Sitting in the passenger seat, i tried avoiding contact with him. He was just sitting there driving me to an unknown place, a place i have never been before, yet i bet he has been there many times. Hell. My father was taking me to meet my soon to be step-mother. I hated it. I hated the feeling, i hated her, i hated anything that was connected to her.
Dad told me she lived in a small town outside of Churchill, which was where we were from. The whole road trip i whined and tried making excuses, she didn't live right outside of town, more like she lived a whole world away. Dad kept telling me to grow up, and halfway through the trip i just shut him out.
When we arrived at the wicked witches town it was literally dead. I stopped my father from pulling me outside the car, and just sat in the car while he went down to talk with her. Coming back from her house he sat in the car and started driving us away.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"There's a motel a short distance away from town, since you are so grown up you could stay there alone while I see Margret." he replied.
I didn't care, the farther the better.
At the hotel dad checked me in and ran out in a hurry to go meet up with that ugly... yea.
The busboy took me to my room. He didn't say much and wouldn't reply to half my questions. The floor my room was located in was all newly furnished, it looked great except there was one room that still had an old wooden door. I asked the busboy about it, but all he told me was not to go in there, look in there or disturb anyone. What a deadbeat. I sat in my room that whole afternoon thinking about my father and it bothered me a lot. I needed air. I walked around the motel for a while when i got back to that wooden door, i had to look. I peeped into the keyhole and saw a figure, it was a tall lady with long black hair, she was facing a window sitting on a nice furnished bed.
I got up, and walked around and around the motel, no one seemed to be staying here but the lady i saw, the busboy and i. I stayed in my room trying to message my friends, but no one would reply. It was now getting late, but i wanted to see her again. I got out of my bed and slipped into the halls, no busboy. I peeped in the keyhole and this time all i could see was red, weird. I went back to sleep. The next morning i packed to go to back home, dad was waiting in the car with Margret. Once i got out the busboy helped me with my bag.
"Where is that lady?" I asked him.
Busboy looked at me with shock. "You looked!" he yelled.
"No, daa" I replied.
The busboy put my things in the car, and met back up with me in the lobby, he sat me down and whispered "They say she never leaves here, and shes waiting for something, they say she has long black hair, a pale face, and red eyes.
