Snatched

Capítulo Seis : "I want you to be that bird for me."

The window was rolled down, air coursing through my hair, as I sang catchy tunes at the top of my lungs.

I eased my foot off the pedal slowly, the car slowing down progressively. I angled the wheel briefly to the side, the car pulling to a stop at the edge of the road. I shut the engine off before pulling the key out of the ignition.

I pulled my bag from the bag seat, slinging Ryder’s clothes over my shoulder. I check for any stray item before shutting the door closed, the lock in place.

There were high chances Ryder would somehow end up finding the car and attempt to break into the car. I could not prevent that, but I could stop him from regaining his possessions.

There was a near empty tank on the car; I had purposely avoided stopping at the gas station just to render the car useless. If this car had in fact been stolen, a police report was surely filed; I refused to go to jail for something that was not my doing.

My hands were free of dirt.

I had tactically stranded the car a mile from my destination- there was a small town in the distance. It was quite a walk, but it was necessary.

I pulled my sweater around me, the soft cashmere enveloping me in warmth. Within a quarter of an hour, I find myself in the middle of town. 

I take a couple more steps before noticing a hotel at the end of the street. I approached it with glee, pushing the door open, as a bell announced my arrival.

A young man behind the counter looked up from the computer screen, greeting me with a warm smile.

“Good afternoon,” he greets, “How may I help you?”

“May I get a room please?” I responded.

“Of course,” he replied, “It will be $65.99”

I pulled a black leather wallet from my bag, pulling a couple bills out to hand to the young man. Technically Ryder is paying,  seeing as it is his money. I briefly demonstrate my id; the key car handed over once it was put away.

I smiled in return, bidding a farewell, before stepping into the elevator.

I scowl as I am greeted with crappy elevator music. As soon as the elevator indicates my stop on the third floor, I step out quickly. Some sounds just don’t suit my ears.

I walk down the hallway, frequently looking to both sides in search of the room. At the end of the hallway, I spot room 302 and smile. I insert the key into the hole and push the door open. I glance behind me upon hearing soft steps. I ignore it assuming it is another guest and close the door behind me.

The room is nothing special. There is a king size bed in the middle, adorned with a night stand on each side. A cabinet set is placed in front where a television sits over it. In the corner of the room a desk is placed – a microwave on top while a small refrigerator is placed between both legs. Overall, it is simple place that will do for the time being.

I sit down on the soft bed and remove my boots. I set them aside and lean back, reminiscing on all the previous events. A small laugh escapes as I ponder on my stupidity.

These past two days have definitely not been my brightest.

I grab a bag with clothes and other necessities recently bought in a store I found next door. I retrieve them, neatly setting the clothes on the bed.

I strip of my own clothes and head to the shower.

Within twenty minutes, I am fresh and clean. I wrap a towel around my body and step in front of a mirror. I brush my hair with a mirror followed by the brushing of my teeth. Satisfied I open the door and step into the room.