From Tokyo With Love - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 34 - No Room At The Inn

OLLIE

As soon as the door shut behind him and I heard the receding footsteps? I zip up my case again and dump it on the floor. Then grab my tablet and perch on the lounge chair in a corner of the bedroom.

'No use unpacking....not when I'll be leaving shortly anyway'  I tell myself, as I click on the first accommodation search engine and begin typing in my requirements.

An hour later the stream of curses coming out of my mouth would be enough to make a sailor blush. I've carefully worked my way through everything. From hotels to hostels to B & B's and Airbnb's. I even tried trailer parks and holiday cabins in National Parks.

Then I went down to one-night searches.

Hell, if I have to move hotels every day until Monday? That's more than bloody fine by me.

The words 'Sold Out'  are imprinted on my eyeballs.

Caravan!

The Ford has a trailer hitch. I can rent one and hook it up. Find a nice quiet place and then park my butt.

No luck.

RV!

I once read, that some Walmart's even provide a space in their carparks for them. So their owners can shop until they drop. I'll hire an RV and do the same as I was going to with the caravan.

No luck.

Maybe I can buy one....and then just give it away afterwards?

No....now you're being a total numpty!

Sleeping bag, air mattress and a tent?

Ollie....are you really that desperate?

"YES!"  I wail miserably.

Because my hopelessness has been steadily building. Ever since Greg told me where I'd be staying for the next five nights.

It feels like I'm suffering from 'Stockholm Syndrome'....but in reverse. Instead of starting off as a hostage and forming a relationship with my kidnapper? I'd done the relationship bit and now feel like a hostage.

Hostage be damned! Norman has been and always will be....my captor.

I gave him my word that I'd listen to whatever he had to say about what happened between us.

But while I'm still under his roof? With nowhere to run and hide afterward, to lick my wounds in private? I just want him to say his piece, take it on the chin and go back to my own life.

Such as it is.

Am I being nothing more than a selfish bitch? Praying for this all to be over sooner rather than later?

Jeezus!

Hot tears of frustration finally spill down my face. I'm grumpy, tired, angry, unhappy....you name it. Have my own seven little emotional dwarves whistling away merrily.

While they work on destroying me for good.

*

I strip off and climb into the shower. My head is thumping from the last four hours of almost non-stop 'woe is me'. Interminable hours since he turned around to face me in the restaurant.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

The loudness of my voice makes me jump, as I throw the bathrobe away. Even that smells of him. As does the towel I use to dry myself and the smaller one I wrap around my dripping head.