Amor Vincit Omnia

Chapter 3

I found out some things:
    1. It's easy to lie to officer Anderson
    2. Sean could apparently drive
    3. My bones are made of metal
    4. 'He' is the person who's jealous of my real mother and father, but Sean doesn't wanna tell me more. I won’t push him.

If you didn't exactly understand that third one, yes I have metal bones. They’re titanium to be exact. Now I'm here in a plane, gripping the hand rest for dear life.

In the past 24 hours my senses have heightened. I can smell the hair spray of the flight attendants as they walk past. I can hear blood pumping through all the passengers here. I can also smell my fear.

If you haven't noticed by now, I'm afraid of heights.

Finally feeling the tires of the plane harshly hit the ground, I picked up my travel bag containing my undergarments, a toothbrush, my phone, and money. I sped up as I walked out the plane.

Finally reaching the airport, I slumped to my knees, kissing the ground. I had to ignore the weird looks people gave me as they walked by. I stood up, remembering what I had to do.

Sean told me to stay at a motel for a few days, but he'll pick me up early in the morning.

I don't understand why I had to be the one to take the plane, but it does make sense that he didn't want me in the car with him for a long time.

We would've probably killed each other, or at least thrown each other out of the window in the time span of twenty minutes.

I walked slowly out of the airport and the first thing that I noticed- No, it’s not the buildings or the smell of food, but how cold it was. I'm only wearing a hoodie and jeans on me.

How do people deal with this? Walking around a corner, I spot the motel in the distance. I swiftly make my way towards it, and hop inside. I reach the counter, hugging myself for warmth.

A dark haired woman- probably in her late 40s- looked worriedly at me with her brown eyes.

“Honey, are you okay? You must be freezing.” I shook my head no as my body adjusts to the warm temperature around me.

“I’m fine ma’am. It’s just really cold out there, not really used to it.” I laughed nervously, and in the end, she laughs too. I take out money to pay.
“You’re not from here, are you?” she asked politely.

“No ma’am- see, I’m originally from Florida, and it’s my first time up north, in a long time.” I smile shrugging my shoulders. After I pay my fee for four nights, she gives me a small key with a piece of plastic saying, ‘Room 6b.’

“If you want, I can show you around tomorrow morning when I don’t have my shift. If it’s okay with you?” she says as she puts the money in the register. I thought about it for a few seconds, and agreed on it.

“That would be great, thank you. I’m Sa- I mean Violet. Violet Bravo.” I smile extending my hand for her to shake, she smiles and takes it in hers.

“I’m Mrs. Bella, but you can call me Mia.” she shakes firmly but gently.

I smile and nod before waving goodbye while making my way to my room silently, so I don’t disturb any guests.

I look at the room numbers down the hall and spot ‘Room 6b’ engraved into a thin piece of copper sticking out the wall.

“Here we go.” I sigh, and open the door the first thing that hits me is the smell of citrus fruits The room is visually appealing; there’s a queen size bed in the middle of the room with white colored sheets and pillows and a hardwood base. The first thing I hear is the busy cars outside the window.