Chapter seven: Jessica's Secret
Jessica's POV
The waves of the morning sun came through the window and made my eyes recoil. Pulling out my hand under the body, I lifted it in the air, aiming to grab my glass of water on the table next to me. My mouth felt oddly dry and sticky. Instead of a smooth surface, my hand dropped to the wooden board. What the hell? I asked myself with a blurry image of my surroundings. Shapes in front of me started to shift position once I placed arms under my body and raised on my elbows, letting my hair fall down to sides.
Where am I? My eyes analyzed the four wooden walls around me with a broken window on the left side. I lowered my look to the ground to find out my naked and bruised knees. Following the trail of wooden boards, my eyes extended when I noticed the pale body covered with only a shirt next to me. I pulled back, letting out a gasp of shock. Even though he was turned to another side, I recognized the black wisps falling to the side. His body was motionless and stiffened, apparently because of the coldness. By his torso lifting in a slow rhythm, I concluded he was sleeping. But why was he here? Why didn't he wear any clothes?
The answers came instantly as I lowered my gaze and noticed the black and swallowed areas on his neck and even lower, the scratching marks left the red trails on his back. Impossible, I gulped as I raised my shaking hand next to my mouth. It can't be, I repeated to myself.
Despite the numbness in my legs, I stood up shaking like a frozen leaf and examined my surroundings. The images of the last night started to appear in my head as I tensely circled around the space. No, no, no, the sobs began to escape out of me. It was a mistake...
I let my thoughts trail off as I looked at Chris once again. I made him sleep with me last night even though, he resisted at first and wanted to escape. But I didn't let him. Just remembering his horrified eyes looking at me, made me want to puke. I raised my hand to my forehead, stopping to circle around the room. The dizziness wouldn't help in this situation while the sickness took over my body. I needed to stop and think about my next move. But I stayed clueless.
The boards cracked once Chris changed his position and gathered his legs closer to his chest. He is ill. The thought echoed inside of my skull when I noticed the drops of sweat forming on his back and a slight shiver making his body huddle even more. What can I expect when we spent the night outside?
I collected the rest of my clothes around the house and put them on, feeling disgusted at my body. It's for the best, I concluded as I twisted the key and swung open the door. I can't allow Chris to see me ever again. And Lindsey, she mustn't find out about this. As I walked on the warm sand towards the hotel, I regreted my own existence. I was not like my sister because my decisions were never thought trough. I made staggering unfixable mistakes. And last night I made one I couldn't fix.
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The Hotel Called Bloody Crown (rewriting)
Misterio / Suspenso"You can run, You can even hide, I won't chase you, But I'll wait for you." Lindsey is going to a holiday trip to Los Angeles with her younger sister Jessica and her boyfriend Jace. They have decided to stay in hotel Bloody Crown. Soon, they found o...
