I've been taken

Hotel Room

"Stop pushing me!' I grumble as we walk towards the receptionists desk.

Ryan grins and bumps into me once more, making me stumble over my feet. I clutch onto his jacket to prevent myself from falling onto the floor.

"Stop!" I growl.

"You stop being clumsy." He says looking forward.

I huff and look over to the tall plants setting side by side in a neat line against the wall.

Finally we reach the receptionists desk. Ryan stuffs a hand in his pocket and fishes around for something and then pulls out what I'm assuming is some cash. I sigh, and lean on the desk, looking over to an old man resting in a chair in front of a chess table. I look back over to see Ryan sliding the money over to the lady. She smiles warmly at him and I tap the desk with a lone finger. "Hurry, please." I say throwing the same smile she gave Ryan back at her.

She nods and quickly fishes out some keys and hands them to Ryan.

"Room 456." She says, and he nods.

"Thanks."

She smiles in return and I slouch over, walking away from Ryan and the girl to find the room myself. Mumbling insults at no one in particular, I venture into an elevator and look over all the numbers.

"Numbers.. numbers.. God. It's like math all over again." I mumble scowling at all the buttons.

Would we be on floor two? Or maybe three...

She forgot to tell us.

I groan and randomly press the number two. The elevator jerks and rises and I gasp, clutching onto the rail connected to the wall.

God, I hate elevators.

When the elevator doors open I release the railing and walk out into the hallway.

I look to my left and then my right.

Tapping my thigh I quickly choose the right hallway.

"I hope I'm doing this right." I mumble to myself. God forbid I get lost in this place..

I look at the numbers on the doors and I feel my hope drain.

No room number 456.

I groan and turn around, heading towards the left hallway. But I get the same luck.

"Great, wrong floor." I mutter to myself. "Way to go Einstein." I turn around and walk over to the elevator.

I press the button angrily and when nothing happens I, feeling frustrated, repeatedly push the button until the door opens.

I go to step in until the same old man I saw downstairs steps out. He gives me a shaky smile and he moves out of my way, "Sorry, there." He says, his voice gravelly.

"Oh no, it's fine." Then I stop, "Wait, do you happen to know which floor room 456 is on?" I ask.

He turns to me, his dusty white hair falling into his face. He shakily brushes it away and nods slowly, "Yes.. I believe it's on the fourth floor." He says pointing a bony, pasty white finger towards the elevator.

"Thank you." I say giving him a nod.

He nods back and turns around, limping off to his room.

I step into the elevator and quickly press the button with the four on it. The doors close and I lean against the railing, listening to the awful music playing.

The doors open and I walk out of the elevator, fuming.

I storm down the hall, letting my eyes roam over the door numbers.