Misunderstood...

Chapter 11

Oliver switched the radio off. "I didn't want to listen to music anyway."

"What the frick is going on?" Says and annoyed voice.

I turn to find a frazzled Rachel. Her hair is ruffled all over and you can't even see a majority of her face.

"Ah good morning Ratchet Rachel." I say with a grin.

She pushes her hair back. "Ratchet Rachel?"

Dalton grins. "It's a joke."

Alexander snorts. "I thought we were being serious."

Rachel rolls her eyes and leans back in her seat. "I have to pee."

Everyone ignored her and we keep driving.

"Guys! Unless you want me to pee all over the place then I suggest you pull over so I can tinkle!"

Oliver groaned, but pulled over by a field.

"Have fun." Dalton says throwing the door open.

"Gee thanks." She says climbing out.

As she climbed out and headed to the field I watched her. I was almost afraid something would snatch her up. Almost. I looked out the widow a second longer then turned away to hear a loud scream.

"What the heck was that?" Alexander asks propping himself up from his seat.

I look out the window to see Rachel racing towards us, screaming. Dalton threw the door open only for her to stop and laugh crazily. I practically jumped out of the car to grab her my shirt and shove her against the window of the car.

"What the heck was that? We're in serious danger and your pulling crap like this?" My grip tightened.

"Put her down Kota." Dalton said.

I dropped Rachel me climbed into the back to snooze.

~

"Is she heavier than she looks?" A voice asks.

I must've fallen asleep because I'm in someone's arms. I'm being carried. My eyes fly open to find Alexander grinning at me.

"Morning Sunshine." He said as he continued up the steps.

"You-uh you can put me down." I said faintly.

After debating with himself for awhile he set me down.

"Where's Dalton?" I ask as I turn to the other figure, Rachel.

"He fell asleep as soon as we arrived. So naturally I was going to take you to your room."

"Our room." Rachel corrected as she threw the door open.

Mel and Kel were already in the room sitting quietly while watching the news.

"I'm gonna go shower. There's a shower room downstairs. Anyone coming?" Rachel asked as she grabbed towels.

"I'll come." I said.

I waved goodbye to Mel and Kel as we headed downstairs.

~

The hotel was definitely an older one. The stairs creaked when you put pressure on them and the door hinge broke off when Rachel pushed it.

"Woah there Hulk." I joked as the door slanted.

"Ha. Ha." She said sarcastically as she walked inside the stall to shower.

I turn to the window and began to undress. The only thing running through my mind was Mr. X. Who the heck was he? I stepped inside the shower and let my thoughts drift off a moment when suddenly I couldn't see anything. I coughed and wiped away the, fog?

"Rachel?" I called.

"I'm opening the door!" She called back.

I wrapped a towel around me and stepped out to see a figure in front of me. The figure had broad shoulders and what looked like a shaved head. Definitely not Rachel.

I wrapped my fingers around a loofa on a stick an whacked the figure with it.

"Geez! What was that for?" The voice said.

I stepped closer only to see it was my dad. Funny, he's not all that muscular in person.

"I'm so sorry dad. It's just most of the time guys don't go into the girl showers."

He rubbed his head. "I saw the fog and came in to see if everyone was okay. Are you okay?"

I winced. The fog was gone and I glanced down at my hurt leg to see it was bleeding. It looked like it ha been scratched again. What in the world?

At that moment Rachel came in panting and still in her towel.

"Umm Dakota you gotta see this." She tried to say calmly.

"Everything alright?" My dad asked glancing at the both of us.

"Yeah. You can go now dad. We're fine."

I said grabbing my things and following Rachel up to our room. What I found was the most horrific thing ever.