Bloody Lust

Revenge.

I finally stood up from the bed in the motel room, as I finished off my bottle of whiskey. I walked up to the motel window, and thought about how I would attempt to kill Daniel. It was raining that night, a bit ironic by how it fit my situation so well. Memories ran through my mind, the moment in which I met my wife, our wedding, and the birth of my son, who was the first child we had. I also thought of memories that I had with Daniel, getting into trouble in school, getting drunk for the first time, and him being the best man at my wedding. That specific memory made me sick to my stomach, him being at my wedding. The bastard who I thought I could trust was the best man of my wedding, who would end up sleeping with my wife behind my back. That was also the thought that lit the fuse to my explosive anger. I walked up to the motel bed and picked up the revolver. It sent a cold shiver throughout my body as I felt the cold steel of the weapon touch my hand. I brushed it off, and put the revolver in my jacket's pocket. I threw open the motel door, and left it hanging open, because I wouldn't return that night. As I opened my car door, I pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper that had the address of the hotel scribbled down on it. I unraveled it and put the address in the GPS sitting on the dashboard of my car. As I put it in, I watched the GPS track it. I watched it go to some where 45 minutes away, and it was pretty much isolated. No other buildings or establishments nearby. At the time I thought nothing of it because I had let my anger get the best of me, so I put my keys in, started my car, and began to drive. As I drove, I started to cry to myself a little. My whole life was crashing down on my head, and I had so much to lose. My wife, my kids... And maybe even my own life. But in my drunken mind set, this had to be done that night. It was a very long drive, especially because I was drunk and had a hard time focusing on the road and keeping the car steady. I didn't have to worry about being pulled over because I was on a road in the middle of no where after a while, and no cops were in sight. As I continued on I noticed that there was a little amount of street lights now, and it became very dark. I only knew where I was going because I began to spot out the lights of the hotel. It was called Secluzion. Strange name for a hotel. I finally arrived, and pulled in the parking lot. I noticed only one other car in the lot with me, and that was my wife's car. Seeing this put aside all my suspicions and reminded me why I had went there in the first place. I pulled the keys out of my car, and opened my car door and slammed it shut as I began to walk towards the hotel. As I approached the hotel, I was overcome by this very unwelcome feeling. I felt as if I was being watched by hateful eyes, even though it seemed that I was alone. I hesitantly opened the door, and stepped inside. The interior of the hotel was very old fashioned. The lobby had an antique couch, with a wooden coffee table in front of it. There was even an ashtray on the table, which surprised me, because most places wouldn't let you smoke in the lobby. There was also a food stand, which wasn't really a food stand at all because it had no food. All it had was a sign that simply said "Snacks". And then there was the front desk. The front desk was enormous, and had old style mail boxes behind it. And there was a small, old woman standing behind the desk. We were the only two in the room, so we stared awkwardly at each other until I approached her.