Back To The Hotel

“Alright Marissa. We’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, for lunch?” Sarah asked, smiling at Marissa and I. She nodded, grinning back. “Absolutely.”

Liz and Jon were in the car, waiting for their mom to return so they could drive back home. It was about a quarter past twelve and we all felt dead tired and wanted to go to sleep; everyone but me. I was dying to ask my mother the truth about everything and I wouldn’t be able to do that unless we went back to our room. Liz smiled at me and waved, mouthing the words “Good night.” I waved back, my muscles forcing a smile back before Marissa and I retreated back to the hotel.

Roy and Leah were already up in their suite. Marissa had given Leah the key to ours, I didn’t  know why though.  We had planned to stay in one suite together with Roy and his aunt in the other one but as my Marissa opened the door, and set step inside; she raised her eyebrow as if wondering what I was doing when I followed her in.

“What are you doing Celeste?”

I blinked at her stupidly. “I thought we’d be staying in the same suite.”

Marissa shook her head no. “Actually, you and Roy will be staying together just like you’d wanted before. Now good night honey.” She kissed me on the cheek and closed the door on my face, leaving me staring at the wood feeling a little surprised. Obviously, she wanted to talk to Leah about a few things without me getting in the way.

I made my way back to the elevator, and jammed at the number 4 once inside. It lurched up and within a few seconds, I knocked on my room door and waited for Roy to open up since he’d locked it. The door jerked open and Roy had changed into baggy pants and a loose tee, what I recognized to be his usual nightwear.


He looked surprised to see me there, and I rolled my eyes at him, pushing past. As if he didn’t know.

“Goodnight!” I called, entering the bedroom next to the one which I guessed Roy had claimed for the night.

“Wait a sec.” I felt his hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back. “Goodnight, that’s it?”

I wriggled my way off his grasp, entering the room without replying. When I heard him follow me in and close the door behind him, I sighed inside. He was not going to let this go; was he?

“If you’re planning on going to sleep right now, you’re crazy,” he said, glaring at me.

“I suppose you have a better plan for something to do at around 12:30 early morning?” I shot back at him.

“Actually, I do. You owe me an explanation.”

“Do I now?” I mocked. His brown eyes narrowed at me, causing his eyebrows to mash together.

“Cel…,” he hissed, impatient.

I faked a yawn, opening my wardrobe and taking hold of my tank and shorts. “If you don’t mind, I need to change so it would be polite if you got out,” I asked sweetly. Roy couldn’t take it anymore and crossed the room with one quick stride, taking firm hold of my shoulders and shaking me like a doll.

“What’s gotten into you? You see me after almost a week. I bet if none of this had happened, you probably would’ve spent the whole night talking to me,” he half-shouted, the features of his face portraying anger. I was a little taken aback to be honest, and my neck started to hurt with all the shaking. Pushing away his hands, I sighed in decline.

“Alright…if that’s what you want me to do. I’ll see you in your room.” And without another word, I pushed him out mine. What was I going to tell him?

After a few minutes, I knocked on his room door and entered. Roy was leaning against the head of the bed, a pillow supporting his back with his arms crossed in front of his chest. I walked slowly towards him, sitting down on the bed softly. He watched me expectantly, waiting for me to start speaking. I pinched the bridge of my nose, closed my eyes and opened my mouth getting ready to jump into the details of the past.

The End

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