the hotel

chapter two

"... No, sorry I haven't." I admit to the woman. "Do you have any spare rooms?" I ask her. "Of course we do,would you like one Darling?" She replies "why yes please." I say reaching over the desk to hand her a twenty dollar bill but my sleeve rolls up exposing my bruised arm causing me to put it back at my side. The woman looks shocked, i can see the expression on her face, she looks frightened. "You don't need to pay, you can stay for as long as you want"
She blurts out "oh no its ok really,I can pay" I insist "please" she says with tears in her eyes, holding out a key. I take the key and walk to the elevator, I press floor 3 not knowing where my room is but there is a number on the key I was given, it says 63. I am on the 3rd floor now its very dark but nice the energy there feels a little off like something bad happened there, I brush it off and think it is just my imagination. I see room 63 and I try to unlock it but it won't budge, I twist the key and jerk it around until... I feel a hand on my shoulder, it is a male hand it is too big to be a woman's. Is it Roger trying to take me back to that dreadful place he calls a home. I turn around and see a very tall handsome man, he has dark hair that has been combed back and a small moustache. "Here that lock is a little stiff." He says with a broad and deep English accent whilst motioning me to give him the key. I hand the key over and he flashes a smile, I can feel myself blush. The tall man unlocks the door with ease and hands the key over to me. "Don't loose this." he says. "Its a sixty dollar fine if you do." He continues afterwards which he winks at me and walks away.

Hey I hope you've liked this so far I wasn't sure of what should happen next so tell me what you think
-the author (aka Rachel)