11/3/2014
Today I started to panic when I realized that I had to scrape together $200 dollars by this tomorrow. After I ate breakfast in Grace's room. I excused myself to do "laundry". I ran into my room and closed the door. I made my way to the box with my clothes. I pulled out every pocket in my jeans and by the time I had gone through them all, I had accumulated $62 dollars. Fear began to build up. This was too much for me. I rest my head on the box. And I cried.
I don't know how long I cried.
Hours.
When I finally caught my breath, I opened my eyes. Through the blurred vision of the tears, I saw the white envelope. I ripped it open and cash fell out. It was a miracle. $3000 cash. A note from the motel desk was in it.
In tiny loopy handwriting was written,
For you.
Love,
Esmeralda.
Now that I think about it, I was pretty sure the maid who cleaned my room once a week was named Esmeralda.
Why would she send me money?
I couldn't think about that yet. All I could do was meet those guys, give them their money and leave. I promised myself that, if at all possible, I would keep my distance from these guys.
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