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Kinya:



















“This place is creeping me out, Melissa. Can we please just go somewhere else?” Kinya begged her friend.

“Come on, Kinya. Don’t be a little bitch. We came here tonight because I have connections at this place. Now, come on. Let’s go up to our room and put our things away.” Melissa pressed the button on the elevator and the two girls waited for the doors to open.

Kinya didn’t get a good feeling about this hotel Melissa had chosen for them to party in that night, especially when the sketchy guy at the desk winked at Melissa and gave her an empty wooden box with the words ‘cash only’ on the front of it.

“This is it!” Melissa exclaimed, putting the room key in the slot and pulling out, opening the door.

The whole entire length of the hallway was brown and dark. There was barely any light, or any sign of life for that matter. Kinya’s bad feelings only grew worse.

Melissa threw her bag on one of the beds and took Kinya’s bag and threw it on the other bed carelessly. “Dude, my phone is in there!” Kinya alarmingly stated.

“Chill out, god.” Melissa rolled her eyes. “Let’s go exploring!” She raised her eyebrows and took Kinya’s hand, pulling her out of the room with her.

Melissa and Kinya walked down the hall quietly until Melissa stopped in front of a door and pressed her ear against the wood.

“Melissa, you can’t just do that! That’s invasion of privacy.” Kinya half-whispered, feeling as though she had to. Melissa brushed her off and continued to listen. She nodded to herself and put the room key in the slot.
“Melissa, seriously. You can’t use our room key for someone else’s door.” Kinya argued.

Melissa smirked. “You can when you know the owner to the place.” She removed the room key and unlocked the door, walking inside.

Kinya followed and became distressed with the actions going on in the room. There were two men who looked to be about late 30’s to early 40’s. One had brown hair, very tan skin and was not wearing a shirt. The other had gray hair and a guitar in his hands. Both had thick eyeliner and looked like Pete Wentz wannabes. With them was a girl with very light, almost white, blonde hair styled in a pixie cut with also very thick eyeliner. She was doing lines of coke, and the men were watching.

“Melissa!” The shirtless one said. “We’ve been waiting. You girls gonna do some lines with us?”

“Hell yes.” Melissa sat on the floor and popped open a bottle of Bailey’s.

“Hell no, Melissa, I’m getting out of here.” Kinya turned to run. She made it out the door and down the hall until she bumped into someone.

“Whoa, sorry.” The guy said, picking her off the floor. “Where are you going so quickly?”

“Anywhere.” Kinya said. “Anywhere away from here.”

From behind, the shirtless man grabbed her and started bringing her back to the room. “No! Put me down!” She hit and kicked but he held his grip on her. “Please! Help me!” She begged.

The boy she had just met acted quickly, chasing after them and pushing them down. They fell to the floor and Kinya stood up swiftly. She took a few running steps but was grabbed around the ankle by the man. The guy she had just met got on the ground and pulled the other man’s arm away from Kinya’s leg, allowing her to get free. The two wrestled until one of them threw a punch. The shirtless man took a blow from the other guy and his head fell unconscious.

“Come on,” The other guy said, his mouth bleeding on the corner. “Let’s get you out of here.” He took her hand and they ran down the hall to the elevator. When they made it to the street, Kinya thanked the guy with the blue eyes for saving her.
“You’re my saviour.” She admitted.

“I’m Andy.” He laughed. “I’m not a saviour; I’m just Andy.”

Notes

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