Helping Mary that day, and our subsequent fleeting relationship, is what inspired me to start up my own garage. It has been a huge success, which I guess I have her to thank for that. It’s also what made me realize I didn’t want to be with anyone that wasn’t Addison. No one else felt quite right, not with her out there somewhere.
It’s been a while since Mary crossed my mind, but I can see why she did. Her situation from all those years ago bares an awfully close resemblance to what’s happening with our Addy right now. What if… what if she’s not running from us, but from someone else.
By this time I’ve made it to my room, but again, I don’t remember how I got here. I really need to get some sleep before I end up walking into a knife or something…
Placing my phone on the nightstand, I flop onto the bed. The mattress bouncing slightly with my weight as I slither under the covers and find a comfortable position.
Right at the moment, when my unconscious mind was beginning to take over, multiple chimes sound from my phone.The group chat.My eyes open and I stare at the device, squinting hard. Praying I have a latent Jedi mind trick that will have the metal box flying into my palm, instead of me having to get up.
Silently cursing the nap gods when that doesn’t happen, I get up to quickly check the messages. With the search still on and not everyone back home, I need to make sure it’s not urgent.
Kade
I’ve got her! She’s in a motel not far from Club LIV
According to the record she paid for 11 days up front and is due to checkout…
Well, I guess it’s a good thing I checked.
Kade
Shit…
Zane
Shit?! Shit what?!
Me
???
Kade
Her checkout is for Friday morning
Ryder
but that means shes still there right?
Kade
Hopefully, there’s nothing here that states she returned her key. She’s checked in under the name “Mik.” Room 136
Me
Well, what the fuck are we waiting for???
Let’s go fucking get her!!!
Chapter Eleven
Mikayla
I’ve managed to avoid any more close calls this week.Unwantedclose calls at that. It’s like lady fate has had it out for me. This was supposed to be my new beginning and every turn has brought me face to face with my past. It’s a cruel torture knowing they’re so close and I can’t be with them.
Since losing Zane on Saturday, I’ve stuck to the motel like a fly in a trap. If the need to go out arises, I pull out all the punches to keep myself hidden. Hood up, hair tucked away, no makeup, long clothes to hide my tats, and my eyes solely focused on the concrete sidewalk blocks.
Like today, because I have to go out. I look like a lonely goth kid, afraid to make conversation and forced to follow their parents shopping.
