Too Bad to Love

Trust

We were finally twenty minutes away from Tijuana, and my dads Hotel was around twenty-four minutes away. The car ride was really quite as no one really decided to talk, all I had was my mind to scare me and think of all of the possibilities. After a while of just thinking to myself the time flew by so quick we were there, parked in front of my dad's hotel.

When we got down I opened up my luggage and slipped my small black diamond pistol in my back pocket and put on a sweater to make it less obvious. Just for extra precaution, if something were to go wrong. Once we where walking down to my dad's room Max pulled me aside.

"Ava, I have a bad feeling. I'm sure if its because of him or how sketchy this is. When was the last time you called or informed your dad?" Max said a little sketched out.

"Well I tried calling him before Kevin got here and I even tried texting him on our way here but he hasn't responded..." I said looking down at my hands; I began to fidget with my bracelet my dad gave me on my 12th birthday.

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say here, this is way to sketchy. Your dad would never leave you this long without communication. Think about it, why would he leave his suitcase behind and not even leave a message or note for you? This might be a trap or just horrible planning, but I'm not trying to go ahead to see what's going to happen. We need to go." He said looking into my eyes, I took a second to respond as I tried to process everything.

"I have my gu-" I was cut off by Kevin as he interrupted our conversation.

"What are you guys doing here? Lets go inside already." Kevin said pushing us to the door.

I took a huge breath before opening the door with the numbers 243, I slowly turned the knob and opened the door all the way. There was no lights and all I saw was a figure of a man turned around, I wasn't sure if it was or was not my dad but he began to turn around.