honeymoon inn

13| Naive

Sirens echoed in and out of my ears, my surrounding drenched in red and blue lights that coated the walls. Kyla's cries collide against the loud voices and sirens that play outside that is only mere inches. Sweat clogs my pores while it comes down in streams that cool my heated skin.

Kyla's tears reflect the red and blue that shine through the curtains, her cheeks soaked in tears of fear and uncertainty. Everything is so loud it feels as if my ear drums could burst at any second. My heart can hardly keep up from working overtime to pump blood though my body.

"Dada!" Ky screams to me yet I render myself paralyzed in place. I can't move, as if I am being consumed by quick sand. I yearn to take her into my arms but physically I am restricted, my muscles were locked up and I was stood up like a statue.

Fists fire against my door while voice accompanied the pounding against the wood. My stomach toes into knots and I feel the nausea climb up my throat. A sickening heat wave glazes my skin and leaves behind sweat that slides down my moistened skin.

I can't focus on what the voice is saying, everything is blurred together. My brain is overly stimulated as my hands begin to shake from the overwhelming atmosphere that circulates all around me.

"Put your hands in the air now!" The door breaks off the hinges as a small crowd of officers surround me. My hands instinctively raise until my palms are up by my ears.

"Dada! Dada!" Kyla screams bloody murder as soon as an officer picks her up. She kicks and squirms trying to break free of his hold on her. Her tears glow under the purple bathed room from the red and blue lights mixing together.

In the next few seconds I am tackled onto the ground, the weight of an officer pressed me down against the motel floor. My vision blurs from the tears that clog my tear ducts, oxygen is sucked from my lungs and they collapse inside.

"Dada!" I hear Kyla's little voice whine, my eyes shoot open and see her little face give me a pout. Her messy bedhead clouds around her face as I pull her into my chest and hold her tight in my chest. I rub the back of her hair and feel and overwhelming sense of emotion come over me, I didn't want to let go of her.

"Ahhh!" Kyla grunts pushing herself away from me, I let loose and see her sapphire blue eyes that watch my carefully.

"What's wrong babe?" I ask glancing over at the clock to see it reads five in the morning. My voice rumbles in my chest and comes out groggy.

"Ah!" She points to the dark corner of the room nervously glancing back over at me with a scared expression. From what I can gather from the lack of words I was assuming she had woken up afraid.

"There's nothing there darling, shhhh, come lay down," I coax her settling her back where she lays at my side, her head resting on my bicep. I move the hair away from her face as she gives me a worried sound effect.

"I'm right here baby," I tell her hoping to comfort her I comb through her tangled hair until I watch her eyes roll and her eye lids flicker shut.

I lay in bed for hours pondering my dreams, I wasn't going to let that happen. I wasn't going to get caught, I was going to run for the rest of my life until my bones were brittle and weak. I would run until there was no more road.

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I walk to the front office and stall as the sound of commotion is masked by the door. I stall and linger around hearing Stevie's voice match a gruff and stern tone being used.