Heartbreak At Motel 7!

Chapter 4

I am sure that it is not especially easy to tell when your life is about to undergo a metamorphosis.

You don't know that going to high school could result in you meeting your forever best friend, or that skipping one driving lesson could result in you losing your life in a car accident.

Although, this didn't apply to me.
As I sat in the motel room rented out by a socially distant stripper, call me crazy but I could just tell that our relationship wouldn't end there.

I was much too forward and much too persistent.
On the other hand, she was in need of a genuine connection much more than she realised.

You could tell by now that I had accepted her offer to wait at the motel.
She went to the back of the club to retrieve the key, gave me the room number and that's how I ended up standing in the corner of the motel room, for some reason far too afraid to touch anything.

My pride wouldn't allow me to admit that my "illogical" fear was derived from Viper's somehow menacingly playful, yet very real, threat.
I didn't want to upset her.

I flexed my feet up and down, looking around the room.
I had been simply standing in the same spot for the past 40 minutes, not engaging with anything but my thoughts.

The walls were painted an old fashioned pink and the bed sheets were a mixture of pink and red. The dressers were red as well, with heart stickers stuck onto the mirror.
It looked as if cupid had snuck in and just puked everywhere after getting drunk on a long awaited Valentines Day.

Unfortunately, As it often was, my curiosity was my downfall.

I spotted Viper's handbag and of course, my interest was peaked.
I said that I would keep my hands to myself.
I solemnly swore. But like, shit.

I looked at my watch. She wouldn't be off work for at least another 20 minutes.
I looked back at the handbag.
I felt like a housewife wanting to commit some heinous act like down a bottle of wine just before their sex-and-dinner demanding husband got home. Not in that particular order though.

I had known her for less than a day at most, but I had the lingering suspicion that she was a very private person and that if she found out that I went through her things after she willingly let me into her space, she would (her words, not mine) ruin my life.

Well then.
I guess it was in my best interest to just not get caught.

I took a step closer to the handbag as if Viper would hear me all the way from the strip club.
Being cautious was key in my mind at the time.

I listened closely for any footsteps. There weren't any.
I looked at the window.
No other person was in sight.
I picked up the handbag and even though it was such a small action, it felt like the seal of boundaries had already been broken. Might as well go all the way then, right?

I was behaving like the worst kind of person, Wasn't I?
One that doesn't respect privacy. Do I get points for being self aware?

That didn't stop me from opening the handbag.
Instantly it felt like I had tore a hole and took a peek into Viper's personal life.

At first glance there were a few "standard procedure" items.
Lipstick, eyeliner and gum.
There was a palm sized diary and a little pen.
I picked up the diary and flipped through it and there wasn't anything particularly interesting. Just notes and reminders like:

REMINDERS
Take Socks to the vet. (Who is Socks? Her pet?)
Buy condoms. (Does she have a boyfriend?)
Get strawberries and whipped cream. (For her boyfriend and herself?)
Send mom some money.
NOTE
Don't feel guilty if you can't send mom some money. (Weird.)