A Long Journey

Chapter 7

Benson sighed as he tried to help her up, "listen." He started but it was clear she wished only to be allowed to leave. Feeling his anger raise at the refusal, he spoke louder, causing the girl to shake. "I said Listen." He garbed onto her wrists and pulled her up.

"I'll please sir!" She shouted, struggling to be released from his grasp. "I need to get back soon! You don't understand!"

"I don't think you understand! " He pushes her up against the wall and a thud sounded out through the long hall followed by silence.

A moment passed before he realized what had happened. "You have GOT to be kidding." He muttered under his breath. "Really?"

He placed his hand under her knees, and lifted the, now, unconscious girl up. "Why is life so tiring?" He questioned as he placed the woman on the bed. Now he had to deal with a girl who passed out due to him and talk to the manager about it. "And there is the lack of a car." He rubbed his hand accorded his face. "So early and I've already made a mess for myself."

He left the girl in the room and locked the door on his way to the front of the building. "If word gets out that I knocked a girl out, I'm done for." Benson walked to the receptionist.

"Ready to check out?" He asked uninterestedly. "It will be-"

"Who sent that girl to my room?" Benson interrupted the man. "She seems to be a worker here who does odd end jobs, yet she also looked like she hasn't eaten in days, and gets a good smack now and then."

The other man didn't answer for a second then sneered at him, a bit annoyed at the rudeness coming from the man. "She is of non of you-"

"Also, I would like to know," he cut off the man again leaning on the counter to get closer to the man. "How in the world my car has gone missing from your parking lot." Benson glanced outside and the gruff man followed his stare. "Considering the size of this town, I would have to say that there aren't too many people you can blame for it, so I suggest you tell me now," he sharpened his glare and grasped the other's collar and yanked him closer, both shocking, and confusing him. "Where is my car?"

"You think you can-" the man tried to push away, to no avail. "Walk in here and give orders!? That girl has nothing to do with you, and I don't know nothing 'bout your car!"

"So the hard way huh...." Benson let go of the man and he fell back into the counter behind him. "Why is it always the hard way with meatheads like you?" He placed his hand over his opposite hand's knuckles and cracked them while stepping closer the the man on the floor. "Last chance." He neared him. "Any takers? Too bad."