Heartbreaks, Prosecution, and Retribution

Chapter 18 : Desperate Times

The hours have gone by, and the night grew tiresome. Suddenly, I felt sleepy. I just wanted to go to bed now. From a long day of planning to sleep well over five hours ago to now being intoxicated. I knew I shouldn't have come out, but I gave in. "I am getting ready to leave now," I told Jessica.

As I begin to leave, Jessica grasped my right arm and said, "Wait, I'm coming with you." She took one last drink.

"Ok," I replied. What does she want though? Is she horny, alcohol makes people feel loose and relaxed, wanting to do specific things? This wasn't going to happen. I tell myself! I was already pushing my limits of being in the foul lines with Rose.

As we left the bar, we tried to go through our options of transportation, knowing we are way over the alcohol limit to drive. I would like to see what my BAC level was at. I was not willing to take the chance and wasn't that drunk to jump behind the wheel.

Since this little town was about 15 miles away from my dad's, and I knew it didn't have a taxi service as accessible as I have had elsewhere. I decided to get a motel that was nearby. I thought it was probably the safest bet. I told Jessica she could come with me. We were not in the shape to drive. When we got to the hotel, I noticed they had fairly cheap prices. They had a room with two beds for around $60.00 or so.

The weather was perfect for a walk, though it felt cooler than before. The temperature was probably around 65 degrees or so, with the wind as a factor. The wind was blowing just enough for a jacket; thankfully I had mine. Knowing the weather was always unpredictable, it could possibly rain at any moment, even with clear skies.

From the brisk walk, we sobered up, and we finally got to the motel. I waited outside. Jessica went into the little motel manager's office to pay for the room. The motel had a generic motel set up with two floors with about sixty rooms or so. The entrances of the rooms were exterior entrances and not from an interior hallway. This was a type you've seen in movies that people would get killed in, and no one would come out because no one was there. It really wasn't that bad. It was, however, very quiet and deserted, almost suspenseful. Being that it was a weekday, quietness was to be suspected.

The room we got was on the second floor, room 201, which was also the closest room to the stairs.

Jessica entered the room first since she had the key and all. Once she turned on the lights, I notice the room appeared to be a regular motel room with two beds separated by a little desk with a telephone and lamp placed on the desk. One bed was closer to the main window by the door and the other closest to the bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary; I thought.

I walk in, nearly collapsing just by being so exhausted from the long day with alcohol. I sat down at the foot of the bed closest to the door and began to take my shoes off. I just wanted to go to bed so that the next morning would be here and I could go home.

I grab the remote and turned on the television just for the distraction and zone-out factor. This will help me to fall asleep. I lean back on the bed, not even taking off my jacket. I began staring at the TV when Jessica said, "I am going to take a shower and will be out in a couple of minutes."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I replied, not knowing how to consider that. Maybe she wanted me to join her or it might have been a request. Maybe a warning if I needed to use the facilities before she carried on. I continued to look at the TV while reaching up to the pillow with my hands, trying to adjust my head on the pillows.

I began to drift off, going into a pleasant dream of being back with Rose and Nathan at home. It was so real as if I didn't even leave them. I felt that I was playing with my son, and then Rose came up to me and gave me a hug and kiss on the lips as if she hadn't seen me in a long time. Her presence made me feel lifted and loved like a child receiving gifts from their parents.