myself before he kills me.
I’ve been driving for thirteen hours straight and I’m so tired. I don’t even think that toothpicks can hold my eyes open at this point.
I see a road sign for an upcoming exit with hotels. I don’t care if there are roaches crawling over me; sleep is all I care about.
Pulling off of the side ramp, I steer the car toward the Sleep Inn. I have no idea where the hell I am or how I got here. I’ve just been driving in hopes of finding a place to settle.
I put the car in park and grab my purse and small suitcase. The light is on outside of the office and I open the door.
The smell of smoke and mildew hits my nose and I try to not breathe.
Dear God, what am I doing?
An overweight man sits behind the counter with a stained and ripped white t-shirt.
He looks up from a magazine and gives me a sly smirk.
“Hey, sugar, can I help you with something?” he asks with a disgusting smile.
I swallow the knot forming in my throat.
This isn’t so bad. I’m safe; no one can hurt me here.
“I need a room for the night, please.”
“Sure, baby. Will you be staying alone?”
“No!” I shout.
“No? I don’t see anyone else with you.”
“Well, not yet. He’s on his way.”
He nods his head and the greasy black hair hanging over his eyes shifts.
“I have a room down at the end of the row. It’ll be forty-five for the night.”
I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
“That’s fine, thank you.”
I dig in my purse for some cash and hand it over to him. He punches something into his keyboard and reaches under the desk, bringing forth a key.
“Room 143,” he says dropping the key on the counter. “Sweet dreams, pretty lady.”
“Thank you,” I reply as I swipe the key off of the counter and walk out of the office.
A chill runs through my body at the thoughts that were most likely running through that pervert’s mind.
I will no longer allow men to think I’m a sex object. I’m fucking Gretchen Powers for Christ’s sake. I may not know what it is yet, but I do have a purpose in life other than sex.
Making my way down the row of rooms to 143, I stick the key in the lock and turn the knob. As soon as I enter, I flip the switch along the wall. Dim lights reveal a path through the small room.
Locking the door with every lock possible, I reach for a chair and prop it under the doorknob. It’s not the best security device, but it’ll alert me if anyone tries to get into the room.
Feeling somewhat safe, I toss my shit on the dresser and flop down onto the bed. It doesn’t take long for sleep to take over and I pass out.
A loud banging sound causes me to jump from my sleep. I rub my tired eyes and see that the sun is shining through the damaged curtains surrounding the window. It’s already morning.
I slide off the side of the bed and walk toward the window. Pulling the musty curtain to the side, I can see a garbage truck outside unloading the dumpster.
Well, I made it through one night at this piss poor hotel, now I need to get showered and the hell out of here.
I grab for my suitcase and slide the zipper open. Pulling out a clean pair of panties, pants, and a tee, I carry them into the bathroom.
Sliding the shower curtain to the side, I see that this room has not been cleaned well in ages. I roll my eyes at the filth and decide to ignore the stains along the tub and shower walls.
Rather than think about it, I turn the faucet all the way to hot and pull the shower lever. I strip myself of my clothes and hop into the steam.
The hot water burns my skin but gives me a sense of relief at the same time.
I quickly wash my hair and my body and turn off the water. Reaching for a towel, I dry myself off and get dressed.
I run my fingers through my hair and pull the hair tie off of my wrist. There’s no one here to look pretty for, so I throw my wet hair up into a ponytail and call it a day.
Walking out of the bathroom, I glance to the alarm clock on the bedside table
I’ve been driving for thirteen hours straight and I’m so tired. I don’t even think that toothpicks can hold my eyes open at this point.
I see a road sign for an upcoming exit with hotels. I don’t care if there are roaches crawling over me; sleep is all I care about.
Pulling off of the side ramp, I steer the car toward the Sleep Inn. I have no idea where the hell I am or how I got here. I’ve just been driving in hopes of finding a place to settle.
I put the car in park and grab my purse and small suitcase. The light is on outside of the office and I open the door.
The smell of smoke and mildew hits my nose and I try to not breathe.
Dear God, what am I doing?
An overweight man sits behind the counter with a stained and ripped white t-shirt.
He looks up from a magazine and gives me a sly smirk.
“Hey, sugar, can I help you with something?” he asks with a disgusting smile.
I swallow the knot forming in my throat.
This isn’t so bad. I’m safe; no one can hurt me here.
“I need a room for the night, please.”
“Sure, baby. Will you be staying alone?”
“No!” I shout.
“No? I don’t see anyone else with you.”
“Well, not yet. He’s on his way.”
He nods his head and the greasy black hair hanging over his eyes shifts.
“I have a room down at the end of the row. It’ll be forty-five for the night.”
I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
“That’s fine, thank you.”
I dig in my purse for some cash and hand it over to him. He punches something into his keyboard and reaches under the desk, bringing forth a key.
“Room 143,” he says dropping the key on the counter. “Sweet dreams, pretty lady.”
“Thank you,” I reply as I swipe the key off of the counter and walk out of the office.
A chill runs through my body at the thoughts that were most likely running through that pervert’s mind.
I will no longer allow men to think I’m a sex object. I’m fucking Gretchen Powers for Christ’s sake. I may not know what it is yet, but I do have a purpose in life other than sex.
Making my way down the row of rooms to 143, I stick the key in the lock and turn the knob. As soon as I enter, I flip the switch along the wall. Dim lights reveal a path through the small room.
Locking the door with every lock possible, I reach for a chair and prop it under the doorknob. It’s not the best security device, but it’ll alert me if anyone tries to get into the room.
Feeling somewhat safe, I toss my shit on the dresser and flop down onto the bed. It doesn’t take long for sleep to take over and I pass out.
A loud banging sound causes me to jump from my sleep. I rub my tired eyes and see that the sun is shining through the damaged curtains surrounding the window. It’s already morning.
I slide off the side of the bed and walk toward the window. Pulling the musty curtain to the side, I can see a garbage truck outside unloading the dumpster.
Well, I made it through one night at this piss poor hotel, now I need to get showered and the hell out of here.
I grab for my suitcase and slide the zipper open. Pulling out a clean pair of panties, pants, and a tee, I carry them into the bathroom.
Sliding the shower curtain to the side, I see that this room has not been cleaned well in ages. I roll my eyes at the filth and decide to ignore the stains along the tub and shower walls.
Rather than think about it, I turn the faucet all the way to hot and pull the shower lever. I strip myself of my clothes and hop into the steam.
The hot water burns my skin but gives me a sense of relief at the same time.
I quickly wash my hair and my body and turn off the water. Reaching for a towel, I dry myself off and get dressed.
I run my fingers through my hair and pull the hair tie off of my wrist. There’s no one here to look pretty for, so I throw my wet hair up into a ponytail and call it a day.
Walking out of the bathroom, I glance to the alarm clock on the bedside table
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