A Strong Word

Luxuries

|Jacob's POV|
  We get to my hotel. It's a good hotel. It's like 4 stars. I am staying at Langham Place on Fifth avenue. It's in midtown Manhattan.          
   "Oh, this is pretty nice." Mariea says as she walks in to my hotel room. "Yea, it's alright I guess." I say to her. "How much is it a night? Just wondering." she asks me. "It's $750 for a night." I say proudly. 750 dollars is a lot for the normal person. Most people only spend around 200 bucks a night so this is a lot more. "Oh, cool." she says. I show her around real quick. She seems pretty impressed by it from what I can tell. I hurry grab like 30 bucks and head out.
   "Hey, are you alright with going to my hotel real quick? I have to grab something also." She asks me. "Yea, totally." I say.
   Mariea leads the way to her hotel. We make our way up the building. We get right up to the door. She swipes her key and let's both of us in. I then come to realize that she is staying in one of the most expensive hotels in all of NYC. Mariea is staying in the Roche Bobois Penthouse suite! And to think that she was impressed by my hotel... It's like $15,000 -$20,000 a night! Mariea goes in her room and get a credit card and 600 bucks out of her drawer. "Okay, let's go." she says as she struts out of the hotel room.
    As we are walking out of the lobby, I ask her, "So, tell me more about yourself. I know that what you told me earlier wasn't all." There's a long minute of silence. She looks down at the ground, looking somewhat sad. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." I say, trying to comfort her. "No, it's fine. I'm about to tell you something that not many people know. I know we just met, but I feel like I can tell you anything. So, when I was a child, I lived with my mother. I always wanted to live with my father, but my mother would never let me. I was abused for 6 years. She would also blame everything on me, let her boyfriends hit me, and she married the one person that I hated most. Let's call this person that she married, John. Well John one day decided that it was a good idea to make a move on me. I told my mom about it and she said that she didn't believe me and told everyone that I was lying. Even after this situation occured, she started to lie to my dad telling him that my behavior was outrageous and that I was stealing and things like that. I then went to live with my father. Things were great at first, then they got rough. Things started to get even more rough the farther I went on. Then, for one year, I went to Europe as a foreign exchange student and that changed everything. Things got better when I was in Europe and when I came back, everything was great again. That was about a year ago and here I am now." Mariea finishes showing no emotion except for relief. I then stop her. I hug her, "I'm so sorry. You are absolutely amazing. I can't believe that would happen to you." "It's fine, it's not like you did anything. You don't have to say sorry." she says once I finish hugging her.
    We continue to walk. We find a couple shops. "What do you think about this one?" Mariea says as she walks out in a fitting red dress. "You... Look... Absoultely beautiful." I let the words slip. "Really? You think so?" she says back to me. "Yes, I am positive. You look amazing." I say in awe of how beautiful she looks. Mariea walks up to me and looks at me as she bites her lip...