Hidden behind a grove of trees and many lies is a forgotten building , deep in the woods . Known as Hotel Hideaway . Except , it isn't known . Not to the everyday people of life it isn't. But for those like Genevieve Clarke , its just around the corner .
Tension . For the past year or so , that's all Genevieve could feel , was tension .
She'd be home and her parents would scream at each other until their voices were raspy , both threatening to file a divorce about as many times as tears threatened to spill from their eyes .
Tension .
She'd go to school praying that there she would find peace , turning the corner and getting shoved to the ground or called out about here looks , forgetting that her grades were more important than anything and come closer to failing than she did to running away .
Tension .
She'd go to the baseball field hoping to get things off of her mind and focus on the game , but getting shoved to the ground again , but not by students bustling by or laughing at her , by the words the other team mates had to say about her . She was terrible at softball , she shouldn't even be here . No one wanted her on their team . And those words stung . Not because it made her feel as if she wasnt wanted on the team - which she wasn't , but didnt care much about , but because it made her think .
' If my team on the field doesn't want me , why would my team at home want me ? My family . Why would they care about me if even people who dont have to see me but twice a week can't stand me . ' It was such things that ran through her mind everyday . Such things that only made situations worse .
Such things that created the thing she knew all too well .
Tension .
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Hotel Hideaway
Mystery / ThrillerDon't you wish there was a way to escape ? Maybe there is.
