Chapter 7 THE STRANGE SAVIOR

The long tedious drive is dead quiet. There was not a word spoken. He didn't even give me a second glance during the entire long, freaking minutes that we had been driving. In fact, I, attempting to make sense of the predicament I was in, was the one who kept staring at him. He is making a great effort to disprove my gut feeling that he is a good man. And that there is no basis for any of these emotions I am experiencing as a result of our proximity. That, because of what Daniel and Mary did to me, I am simply terrified and paranoid.

But that feeling, though, was constant every time I glanced at him. Same eerie sensation. The number of times I came close to passing out in the car because of his threatening aura is innumerable.

But I was in his car.

It is in the middle of the night.

And in the middle of a forested area because I did not recognize any part all through the drive.

Finally, I knew better than to stir any trouble. In my opinion, he is a stern, autocratic, dominant character who would not put up with being questioned, particularly by someone such as me. However, since I need to know what he wants from me, that is inevitable. Why did he take me out of that place?

"Get out!" I jerk in fear, and it dawns on me that we are in a parking lot as his icy voice reverberates throughout the vehicle.

I sit back for a bit, taking a chance to see where this stranger has brought me. And once more, a profound sense of unfamiliarity smacks me. There's a building called the Lexa Hotel, and all I can scan around are automobiles parked outside. Nothing rings a bell about exactly what place this is or why he brought me here.

A hotel, huh?

The door opens to my side, and I catch his icy look, as if he's telling me not to waste another second of his time. I obey his orders. You don't want to mess with Niggas like him. He swings the door shut like the beast he is, and as I jump out, he takes my hand forcibly and pulls me along.

"Where are you taking me?"I attempt to keep up with him, pleading, but dang! I find his long strides to be so damn challenging. I'm almost sprinting, and him? He's not even breaking a sweat over it. And it doesn't seem to bother him that I'm having trouble keeping up with his speed. "Hey! Where..."

"Shut the fuck up!" He stops just outside the entryway, growling beneath his clenched teeth and forcing me in front of him. I can't help but shiver at the fire in his eyes. "You shut up and just follow me if you know what is good for you. And you better not piss me off because I will personally take you back to that place you just ran away from and trust me, I can tell that you are so damn clueless of what awaits you in that place."

So he knows that place. And I guess even those who are working there know him. Daniel and that betrayer, Mary, the she-Judas, he knows them? Does that mean he also has an idea about where my sister is? I mean, he might know, right? "What do you know about..."

His intense gaze bore into mine, burning so intensely that I was compelled to look down and discard my question. "What the fuck did I say just now? Don't you know how to adhere to simple rules?" He groans furiously. "Then again, that is why you got your sister and yourself in this mess. Because you don't understand simple RULES!"

Excuse him???

I am to blame for all these?

How? Why? What the fuck did I do? And what the fuck does he know?

I swallow roughly and dry! This is just so devastating. I left my house in search of my sister, eagerly pursuing a specific hint, only for me to come to the realization that everything was just a trap set for me. I nearly had a heart attack upon discovering that my boyfriend was the one responsible for my kidnapping. From taking my sister hostage to keeping me from learning even the slightest detail about her location. And as if all of that wasn't enough, I also found out about his treachery. He and the black witch I once claimed to be my friend.

Then, just when I thought I had gotten away from those two wicked cheaters, I found myself cocooned in the arms of this other nightmare under the guise of a black messiah who, unfortunately, seems to be well knowledgeable about that enigmatic place. I have all the right to demand answers, but I am forbidden to ask a shit! Just great! And well, now it turns out that to blame for the disappearance of my sister? And I to blame for every single soul that has gone missing too?

"You are better off with your fucking lips sealed!" He made remarks before pulling me again.

We walk into the motel, or, should I say, I am again dragged inside the motel. The place is serene, and I would add that it's too quiet for a hotel. Merely a handful of people are savoring their meals as I survey the area during my short-lived chance to cruise my eyes around. Not particularly out of the ordinary, actually, but the mere presence of this man beside me contradicts my presumptions. He is making everything suspicious for me.

"Your room, sir, or the hall?"

I turn around and look at the lady behind the counter. His room? Does he stay here or what?

And the hall? Does he hold some kind of meeting here?

To address his goons and his partners in crimes, I presume! Sigh!

With a neutral expression on his face, he nods his head and says, "Room!"

With a bow, as though she were before her master, the lady stretches her hand and grabs one particular card. With her head still pointing downward, she hands it to him. It feels as though she is forbidden from giving her master a direct gaze.

There is no further conversation, and I find myself being pulled to the elevator once more. When the elevator opens, he shoves me in first, and then he follows me into the stuffy elevator. We are the only two in here, so I presume that's why there's such a tense vibe.

At least if there was a third soul, we could share this unfriendly aura together. It would not be this strong. I would not be shivering from whatever he was percolating.