Chasing Destiny

Chapter 1

*|Two weeks later|*

"Single room for one night, please" I asked the receptionist in a hushed voice.

"Age?" She glared at me. "We can't have underage children, it's against policy."

"I'm 18 and 11 months." I fished out a driver's licence and my passport. "I find you will find my funds substantial."

I fished out my wallet producing a gold credit card.

"Surely a young woman like yourself cannot have this type of card." She narrowed her eyes.

"I'm in a hurry. My father needs his phone call in seven minutes, so I wouldn't ask questions."

Her eyes widened, and she found a key to a room.

"Hope you enjoy your stay, thank you for choosing our hotel." I stared at her name tag: Sharon. She sounded trustworthy, or her name did.

"Thank you Sharon." I picked up my bag and walked to my hotel room. I would have stayed on the car, however, there had been some issues last time I did.

Tomorrow I had to catch a flight to Moscow, then to Mauritius. I know I sound busy, and all but the fear that paralyses me every time keeps me going. Running from everything I can, being the coward I am.

Ever since I got the phone call in Rio, my schedule doubled. Stay one night in one country, go to a different country the next morning. it's exhausting, yes, but it provides safety for me.

Only three weeks left.

I quickly glanced over my shoulder, before turning the key and entering my home for the night. The room was fairly nice, for a motel in Montgomery. Cream and beige colour scheme, it was plain and give off the sense of comfort. But all hotels do, the more I visit any hotel, the safer I feel. It's perplexing, even for me, but I just get by.

I hopped in one stiletto as I was struggling to get the other one off. A full day of driving from New York to Montgomery was pretty awful. I am hungry, cranky and paranoid all over again. But why? I have four months before I can finally go home.

My real home.

I whimper at the idea, and scan my eyes over the menu, while shaking my left foot. The stiletto still hasn't come off. A baked Camembert sounds so nice right now. The shoe comes flying off and missing the flatscreen by millimetres.

"Hi, could I order room service, baked Camembert please." My voice travels down to the receiver. "Thank you".

Soon after the phone conversation, there was soft knock indicating that my baked Camembert goodness was ready. I ate the food with relish, like it was my last meal. It was fairly cold, so I decided to spend the evening in my bed. The stiff sheets protected me from everything, the hard smell comforting even.

But I still had the nightmare.

Again.

.~*~.

Umm, hello! I just wanted to say I edited something in this Chapter. The time she has left until her deadline, because it would show how she's excited to be close to freedom. And basically it's just a fast paced story, so four months is a year in these type of stories. Sorry to inconvenience you.

-Dominika xox