Roxy

chapter 11: Roxanna [edited]

(Louis P. O. V)

I drove around for a while on my power bike for what felt like forever. I passed a motel, but I don't have the money for a room.

So this is what it has come to, from being one of the richest kids in the world to a broke ass who can't even afford a ten dollar room.

How humiliating.

I found a store not to far from the motel, parking my power bike at the back and I walked into the store.

It looks abandoned. There are cobwebs and dust everywhere, drinks littered the floor leaving a reddish sticky paste on the floor. The store has almost everything I need to survive, including clothes, video games and nutella. It makes me wonder why its abandoned in the first place.

I mean who would abandon nutella! That's madness.

Sweet sweet Nutella. My heavenly chocolate.

I am so crashing here for tonight.

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After a few hours, I couldn't sleep. I keep wondering what to do next, Where do I go from here.

I heard the sound of someone else in the store making fear course through my veins. It could be a mad man, a gang member or a serial killer. I need something to protect myself so I carried the iron rod that is thankfully right next to me on the floor.

I crept quietly around the store until I see a figure whose back was towards me. I didn't know if he was a threat or not, All I knew is that I had to defend myself.

I ran towards her trying my best not to make a sound.

But then it all happened in slow motion. The iron rod was inches away from his head, when she suddenly ducked making me miss my target. My grip on the rod wasn't too strong plus the force I used to swing it at her made the rod fly out of my grasp.

Smooth Louis. Real smooth.

The figure ran towards the rod and grabbed it. Before I could process what is going on an intense pain shoots throughout my head making me fall to my knees. I groaned in pain and clutched my head. Just when I felt he was about to hit me again, I realized if he did I might die.

"Please don't! I am sorry!" I said, begging for forgiveness as blood trickled down my head. I felt the figure freeze and exhaled in relief.

"Waiter guy?"

I know that voice. Of course it would be her. The woman is out to kill me!

"It's Louis," I corrected.

"Yeah whatever. What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I live here," I said sarcastically But I think she believed it.

"What are you doing here?" I fired back.

"Uh it says store..... So I am just doing what people come to stores do. So my explanation is more reasonable. So let's try this again. What are you doing here?"

She said with a stern voice. Huh, I guess she's not as dumb as I thought.

I sighed, "I am crashing here tonight."

I can't believe this, six weeks ago I was swimming in money. I slept in my king size bed and had everything I wanted. Now look at me, crashing in an abandoned store in the middle of nowhere.

"Why?" The girl asks.

"Cause the place I was staying at was for employees only,"I said bitterly.