The Motel

Driving

I sat in the front seat next to my cousin, Freya. The road ahead was long and winding, with only the gleam of the headlights from the car guiding us. We had been driving for three hours, and were meant to be arriving right about now at my grandparents house.

"Are we lost?" I asked. Freya furrowed her brow and shook her head, her oversized earrings swinging around. "No, of course not, I know exactly where we are," she said uncertainly. "Damnit!" She said suddenly. "Stupid phone!" "What happened?" I asked. "It's saying I have no service and it's frozen," I sat back into my seat and breathed deeply. "I don't know what to do now, it's the middle of the night and my phone isn't working... what are we gonna do?" "Just keep trying it," I suggested. We stopped off at a corner, Freya picked up her phone and tried to fix the problem. "It's not gonna work, the screens just gone black." She groaned and tapped the screen repeatedly, annoyed. "What now?" "I, I don't know, stop off at a motel I guess." "Umm, do you see a motel anywhere near here? We are in the middle of nowhere!" I paused, "No, but let's just keep trying, there has to be one around here, it's our last resort."

Freya took the wheel and started driving off. "So what's the plan now?" I asked. "To find a motel, duh! We'll stay one night and then tomorrow we'll see if I can get directions and hopefully sort out my crappy phone." I nodded. "Wait, but what if we don't find a motel? What then?" "Look dude, I dunno. But what else can we do now? Plus my cars gonna run out of petrol soon, we have to stop off somewhere."

A few minutes had passed, still no sign of somewhere to stop off, just a long desert road. "The cars gonna run out of petrol any minute now. We are truly fucked, ugh why does everything always have to go wrong?" "What? Well, what are we gonna do?" She shrugged and continued driving, a look of desperation formed on her face. A few seconds later, the car did as it promised, it stopped. We were in the middle of nowhere, and the car stopped. "SHIT!" Freya shrieked. She rested her head on the wheel and groaned. I had no idea what to say, or what to do. We were no where near any shops, or people, it was a really bad situation. Suddenly, a loud pounding on the window made us both jump. "What the hell?!" I said. We looked to the source of the noise. An old man, wearing a cowboy hat and smoking a cigar was standing there. "Y'all need some help?" He said in a raspy voice. We exchanged frightened looks. "Umm, yeah," I said nervously. "I can push your car if yer want, I know a place y'all can stay." "Oh ok, thanks," Freya said. The man started to push, he was surprisingly strong. I felt as if I were being pushed to my doom, this mysterious man made me feel uneasy.

After 5 minutes, a silhouette of a building came into view. "Here we are," the man said. "A motel." We examined the building, it looked old and run down. "This place is still in business... right?" It looked so ancient that it looked like no one was even running the place. "Of course!" He let out a long wheezy laugh.

He stopped pushing, "Now you two have a pleasant stay," He wheezed again. "Thank you for the help." Freya said.

I slammed the door behind me and followed Freya to the entrance, the man had walked off into the fog, and now there was no sign of him.