*Mark's P.O.V*
(Graphic stuff ahead.)
We finally reached the destination, which was a run downed, dead motel, which somehow, people still use. Probably people like drug dealers and prostitutes. I had a bad feeling about this, and I'm pretty sure Amy also wasn't feeling good about this place at all.
"Ladies first." I said.
"Excuse you. It's your girlfriend were saving here." The girl kissed her teeth and waited for me to enter the buliding first. With my signature grin on my face, I walked passed Nelson and into the motel, which reeked of alcohol and weed. "Ew. There's cigarette butts everywhere." Amy commented as she wiped the bottom of her shoe. We went up to the front desk to see a lady there. She was talking on the phone while filing her fingernails and chewing gum obnoxiously. I cleared my throat to grab her attention. She didn't pay attention the first time, so I tried again. There, she ture to face me..
"Whatchu want?" The woman asked in the most getto accent there was.
"Ugh, we need the key to speak-" my thought was cut off when the lady slammed a pair of keys on the table.
"Eighth floor, ninth door to your left." She said and shooed us off. Not saying a word back, Amy and I went over to the elevator and went up to the eighth floor. There, it truly smelled like the after math of smoking too much cigarettes. Walking up to the room labeled 809, we heard moaning/ screaming, which only became louder as we walked closer. Amy hid behind me with her hands on my shoulders.
"Is that lady sure she gave us the right number?" The blonde asked.
"Well, she did say it with a lot of confidence, so I'm pretty sure she did." Approaching the nosey room, the moaning/ screaming was the only thing we could here. I knocked on the door and a little child came to open it. She had a petite frame and she looked overly tired due to the dark bangs under her eyes. Her hair was a mess, her used to be white night gown is now fifty shades of grey, and she looked as pale as a ghost. I took a quick look inside the room, and it didn't look like a room a child should be in.
"Hey there. Are you the girl who-" She nodded without a second thought. "Mind if we come in?" The girl opened the door a little bit more so we could enter. Remember when I said this room didn't look like a room a child should be in, I was completely right. The girl took us to he dining table and near the dining table was a bed. Where, unfortunately, was the two people who were moaning and screaming. They were getting at it, well at least one of them were. Assuming that it was the child's parents, it looked like the father was having an unwanted sexual intercourse with the mother. And the mother was screaming "Help!" Sadly, the man was too big for me to do anything and plus, he was nude. Nobody wants to fight a nude mucular man.
"A-are those your parents?" Amy asked. The girl pointed to a peice of paper that was on the table.
"The female is my mother. The male is some random guy that came in and started to rape my mother. He was probably an old costumer that my Mom had." The paper wrote.
"STOP IT!! PLEASE STOP IT!! HELP!!" The mother yelled out. If I could, I would have killed the man right there, right now, but I can't. I can't do anything.
"Let's take this outside." Nelson suggested. The girl took her papers with her and came out in the hallway with us. "Wait so how old are you anyways?"
"I just turned ten a week ago. And unfortunately, this is my birthday gift." She placed down the paper.
"Aw. Happy belated birthday. But I'm so sorry this happened."
"Dont worry. You get used to it when your mother is a money seeking whore."
"So, uh, what's your name and why are you using paper to speak?" I stepped in.
"I don't even know my real name, but my classmates developed a nickname for me, 'Dirty Drea', which I don't mind because look at me. And I used my notepad because when I was six, my vocal cords were removed since peices of glass got stuck in my throat and messed up my vocal cords." She wrote. "But when I'm not at school, people call me 'The Girl Who Has Spoken' since I know every dirty and dark serect of anyone who lives in this part of town. And lucky me, I get money off of it."
"You sly girl. High five!" Amy smiled at the girl and held out her hand for a high five. Drea returned the high five to Amy and smiled too.
"Anyways, Drea. We're on a mission to get a girl Ceil Phantomhive kidnapped and well, he said you have one of the first clues." Drea the looked in her dress pocket to give us a bag which contained some more bus tokens and another paper.
"Ahh this. I still don't know how I dragged into this mess." I chuckled. "Please, take this away for me. I don't know what to do with it and I don't want it."
"Thank you so much!" I thanked.
"Please don't mention it." The girl gave us a small smile. I started to rise from my feet when Amy stopped me.
"Considering your condition and whatever is going on in that room, would you like to come with us?" Amy questioned Drea. As soon as those last two words come out of her mouth, the ten year old's eyes lit up.
"Please take me with you! It's not fun being a germaphobe while in this sort a setting." We all giggled.
"Come on." The blonde reached out for Drea's small hands and pulled her up on her feet. "Let's go." We then left the decaying motel and got on another bus. Paying with the tokens, us three went to the back of the bus to find extra two seats, which I gave to the girls. The female's sat down and we were off.
"Oi, do you have the paper?" I looked at Amy as she digged through her bag with the paper. She found it and passed it to me. There was yet another riddle written on it.
"All the things that we hide,
Are bound to be found.
Things that collide,
Are never to be 'round.
After this one shot,
Ride the bus to Woodblock,
House 195."
(AN: Ohhhhh sheit! Yo girl is adding more plot. Well, more unplanned plot. The story was supposed to be done by now, but now since I've added all this, I think this story is going to be longer than expected. And plus, I can't rhyme for shit. And, since I'm writing this on July 1st, Happy 150 Canada!! All of the Canadians knows what's good. But ANYWAYS
Thanks for reading,
And I'll see you,
In the next chapter.
BUH-BYE!!!
-Tasha.)
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