The Heartbreak Hotel

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In a very quiet, rundown part of town, there's a hotel left of Lonely Street called, "The Heartbreak Hotel."

It's a small, cheap hotel. It's not much, but it's something.

It is mostly known for it's one night flings, hence the name, "Heartbreak Hotel."

Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens there.

Just the occasional person getting way too drunk at the bar, or a fight caused by drugs, or even a girl who can't accept the fact that the guy she just met came to have sex with her and ghost her ass right after.

That's the hotel's ordinary.

Oh, and by the way, I never said this was a legal hotel. In fact, it's far from it.

I still wonder why the cops haven't shut it down.

Underage drinking and underage drug use is far from legal. But here it still stands, available for anyone who wants to kick it for the night.

I'm sure you've heard of it, right?

Maybe you've heard of it as, "a house party on steroids." or, "a place to take the edge off."

Or maybe you've heard of it as, "a dirty free for all." or, "a druggies dream."

Whether you know it as a positive place or a negative place, I know it as, home.

I'm sure you're wondering who I am?

I'm Ryland Adams, son of the owner.

I'm currently 17, and my birthday is a good nine months away.

When I'm 25, my dad expects me to run the hotel. Then, when I'm 60, the same age he'll be when he retires, I'll hand the hotel down to my oldest child.

To be honest, I couldn't care less about this shitty hotel.

Sorry, but watching people down vodka like water really isn't my thing.

I want to travel the world, painting anything and everything I see.

Then, I want to write my life as a story and publish it for the world to hear.

I want to experience life, not be stuck in this stuffy hotel. I want to have a stable, calm life; not live in a loud, crazy hotel with a bunch of horny teens.

But, looks like for now, I'm stuck here, letting my dad assume I want to own this hotel.

After all, my dad is all I have. I'd hate to disappoint him.

You see, my mom left me and my dad when I was four years old.

Her and my dad hate each other, but they still keep in touch.

I haven't seen her in many years though.

She left for some guy named "Dave."

Like, seriously?

Dave?

That has to be one of the most generic names out there! (No offense to any Daves out there!)