Heartbreak At Motel 7!

Chapter 16

"Charlotte, Answer me."

Vera's voice was ice cold, sending shivers down my spine. My mind went blank as her snake-like eyes didn't leave mine.

I looked away, folding under pressure.
Vera chuckled softly to herself, but nothing was funny.

The heat between us felt like it was caused by her anger alone, simmering just beneath the surface.

"I..." my voice cracked.
"If you deny what you did, you're only going to make me angrier." Vera's voice was low as she stepped closer to me.

Almost instinctively, as if wanting to protect myself, I stepped back.

"I'm sorry." I apologised softly.
Vera's eyes flashed with the underlying emotion of anger and something that screamed I knew it.

I felt the weight of my mistake add pressure to my chest.

"I shouldn't have gone through your things. I'm sorry." I spoke up a bit, attempting to gather myself.

Just like my father, I wasn't one to let my emotions get the best of me. I attempted to regain my composure as quickly as possible.

"You shouldn't have, but you did."

The room felt like it was closing in on me, the walls seeming to move closer and closer to me, but in reality they stood completely still.

I felt like I was losing my sense of what was real, and what was not.

"What else did you find, hm? Seeing as you know so much about me, tell me what else you found." Vera pressed.

Every crevice of the room was filled with Vera's frustration.

"I didn't mean to pry." I reverted back to my original apology as I ignored her question, "I shouldn't have done it. I don't know why I did it."
"You don't know why you invaded my privacy?" Vera's words cut me like a blade to the wrist of someone with suicidal tendencies.

I took another step back, my hand hovering just above the door handle.

"Maybe I should go." I suggested.

Vera rolled her eyes, giving up. I reaffirmed her mistrust in society and she was not about to fight for me to stay.

"Yeah, You should."

My heart pounded with shame. I was more than ready to leave but as I opened the door, my eyes met with one of the men standing in the group that had been there since I arrived.

My father's friend. The same one that got mugged in Vera's neighbourhood, Mr.Durnam.
We locked eyes and my own widened as I immediately shut the door without leaving, much to Vera's surprise.

It would be a miracle if he didn't recognise me.
My mind fled to the my car that proudly held my family's last name.

My mind was scrambled at my incredibly shitty luck.

I knew that if my father found out that I was at that broken down motel, he would have my head on a silver platter and would probably ask for my heart as dessert.

Even more so, if he knew that I was in a motel room with a stripper, I wouldn't even live to see the afterlife.
My father was a man that demanded perfection, and his very daughter was shamefully occupying the area that he categorised as a wasteland.

Panic claimed every part of my body, causing me to practically shake as I fumbled with the lock of the door as if Mr.Durnam would attempt to break the door down.

"What are the fuck are you doing?" Vera's words were still cutthroat, but her voice softened in a way that almost wasn't noticeable.
She watched as I leaned my back against the door, my eyes almost on the brim of tears as I made eye contact with her.