Murder at a Hotel

Kidnapped

The drive wasn’t that long, it was only about twenty minutes or so to get to the hospital. That wasn’t far enough away for me from that hotel… I wanted to be farther away but my arm was really starting to hurt and I was getting a little weak. Probably from the loss of blood. I parked in the emergency parking lot.

                “Kari you should probably stay in here with Stephanie since you guy both reek of alcohol and we’re underage.” I told her, she nodded.

                “Ashlind you should probably do something about your clothes… I’m sure you don’t want to explain what really happened.” He said looking me up and down. I looked down at myself. I had forgotten about the blood shirt and jeans. Well the shirt would be understandable, but the jeans… Not so much.

                “I think Steph left one of her bags in the trunk.” Kari told me. I popped the trunk, sure enough one of her bags were still in here. That girl had so many bags it was ridiculous… I checked inside and there was a pair of sweats and I might as well put on a different shirt while I’m at it. It was dark in the parking lot and there was no one around.

                “Do you mind?” I said turning to Matt.

                “Oh sure.” He turned around while I changed.

                “Better?” I asked him once I was done.

                “Much, except for your hair.” He walked towards me and started fixing my hair. I winced when he touched the little cut. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you hurt there too?”

                “It’s just a little scratch. You know how head wounds are. We better not tell them about that one, I don’t feel like making up another story.”

                “Well then come over here, we’ll be back in a bit Kari.” Matt shut the door and walked me over to the where there was a water fountain.

                “Um what are you doing?” I asked.

                “Lean you head down, we’re washing your hair.” He gestured towards the water fountain.

                Unsure I flipped my hair over and let him wash out my hair. He was really gentle making sure not to tug on the tangles or rub on the cut. I felt him touch it though tenderly.

                “Well it doesn’t look like you need stitches so that’s good. He let the water stop and I flipped my hair back up and shook it out a little.

                “Better?”

                “Very.” He said while looking at me. For some reason it made me blush. I dropped my gaze and realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

                “Um I think we should have gotten you a shirt.” I said pointing to his bare, well muscled chest.

                “Nah, now it will look like we were swimming. Hey you know what, that’s perfect! We were at the lake and you fell off the boat and your arm got cut by something on the side of the boat. We couldn’t see what because it was dark.”

                “You’re good. That’s perfect. I still think you should have a shirt though…” I added that last part quietly, he laughed. “Gonna give the nurses a damn heart attack.” I mumbled under my breath.

                “What was that?”

                “Nothing.” I walked towards the emergency room doors. It wasn’t very busy surprisingly.