there has been lots to sort and it’s left to me – it still shocks me.
I open my wardrobe door to start looking through my near, non-existent, fashion sense. I pull out a pair of black ankle grazers and lay them on the bed.
“Hey you.”
I jump and turn around to see Meagan standing in the doorway.
“Sheesh you made me jump, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah came to pick up my stuff, I have class tomorrow and I left my glasses in the bag.”
There’s a knock at the door and Meagan runs to open it, I carry on pondering what the hell to wear tomorrow.
“Ellie, can you come here.”
“What?” I shout because I cannot be bothered to move.
“No Ellie you need to come here.”
I huff and pulling my robe tightly around me walk to the door and slip my right hand up the sleeve to hide my scar, on the very rare occasion anyone has accidentally seen it I see the look of pity cross their face like a flash.
“What’s up?”
“Well one of the bell boy’s is here asking for you personally.” She looks at me puzzled.
I open the door wide so both Meagan and I are in the doorway, I look to see one of the younger weekend staff standing with a note in his hand.
“You all right?” I can’t help but notice the poor sod is bright red and puffing.
“Hi Ellie, a message for you.” He puffs handing me the envelope.
“Couldn’t you have phoned this up?” I look at Meagan equally puzzled.
“No,” he swallows, “It was specifically requested that it was hand delivered with the utmost urgency.”
“Oh,” I’m intrigued . I look at Meagan and she is trying to muster up some sort of super power and burn her eyes through the envelope. The poor thing is waiting for a tip and I have nothing on me, I look at Meagan and with a tut she digs deep in her pocket, then hands him a couple of dollars.
I walk back into the room and Meagan closes the door.
“Come on open it, open it!” The squealer is back.
“Alright, give me a chance.”
I look down at the envelope in perfect hand writing is written:
Miss E Jones
“Definitely for me then.”
“Ellie stop messing please just open it, it just has to be from him!”
I roll my eyes and slowly open the edges of the glued seal, every centimeter I move, I can see the excitement growing on her face and to be honest I’m finding the torture quite fun.
“Just hurry up!”
I laugh and pull out the piece of paper noting that it is hotel headed. I look at Meagan who is about fit to burst, I look down and read:
Dinner tonight 1 hour,
Car will be waiting outside
Trey x
Well, isn’t he one little demanding git? The tight-arse sending me notes, using hotel issue paper and envelopes - he really doesn’t impress me at the moment.
Devil girl has her thigh-high boots on and whip in hand at the ready, Angel girl is trying to weigh up the consequences of going or not. Hang on a minute. She was the one talking me out of it earlier and now she’s changing her mind? People wonder why I’m always second-guessing myself. I look at the clock on the wall, its 8:15pm I can assume the car will be downstairs at 9pm. I look at Meagan mortified.
“Well? What is it? Don’t keep me in suspense, woman!”
I pass her the note and she reads it eyes wide and mouth aghast, without a word being said she grabs my arm and drags me into the bedroom.
I am dropped in front of my wardrobe but I really don’t feel comfortable about any of this. I won’t be anywhere I know and I will have no one to run too, plus how will Brendan feel about me going out?
“Stop over-thinking things!” Meagan shouts as she pulls the contents of my wardrobe out onto my bed.
“But I don’t know where I’ll be going and…”
“Just stop! Listen, you live in this hotel, you work in this hotel and God knows you play here too. You are over 3000 miles away from him and you are safe.” She orders, grabbing me by the shoulders and gently trying to shake sense into me.
She’s right, I need to let
I open my wardrobe door to start looking through my near, non-existent, fashion sense. I pull out a pair of black ankle grazers and lay them on the bed.
“Hey you.”
I jump and turn around to see Meagan standing in the doorway.
“Sheesh you made me jump, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah came to pick up my stuff, I have class tomorrow and I left my glasses in the bag.”
There’s a knock at the door and Meagan runs to open it, I carry on pondering what the hell to wear tomorrow.
“Ellie, can you come here.”
“What?” I shout because I cannot be bothered to move.
“No Ellie you need to come here.”
I huff and pulling my robe tightly around me walk to the door and slip my right hand up the sleeve to hide my scar, on the very rare occasion anyone has accidentally seen it I see the look of pity cross their face like a flash.
“What’s up?”
“Well one of the bell boy’s is here asking for you personally.” She looks at me puzzled.
I open the door wide so both Meagan and I are in the doorway, I look to see one of the younger weekend staff standing with a note in his hand.
“You all right?” I can’t help but notice the poor sod is bright red and puffing.
“Hi Ellie, a message for you.” He puffs handing me the envelope.
“Couldn’t you have phoned this up?” I look at Meagan equally puzzled.
“No,” he swallows, “It was specifically requested that it was hand delivered with the utmost urgency.”
“Oh,” I’m intrigued . I look at Meagan and she is trying to muster up some sort of super power and burn her eyes through the envelope. The poor thing is waiting for a tip and I have nothing on me, I look at Meagan and with a tut she digs deep in her pocket, then hands him a couple of dollars.
I walk back into the room and Meagan closes the door.
“Come on open it, open it!” The squealer is back.
“Alright, give me a chance.”
I look down at the envelope in perfect hand writing is written:
Miss E Jones
“Definitely for me then.”
“Ellie stop messing please just open it, it just has to be from him!”
I roll my eyes and slowly open the edges of the glued seal, every centimeter I move, I can see the excitement growing on her face and to be honest I’m finding the torture quite fun.
“Just hurry up!”
I laugh and pull out the piece of paper noting that it is hotel headed. I look at Meagan who is about fit to burst, I look down and read:
Dinner tonight 1 hour,
Car will be waiting outside
Trey x
Well, isn’t he one little demanding git? The tight-arse sending me notes, using hotel issue paper and envelopes - he really doesn’t impress me at the moment.
Devil girl has her thigh-high boots on and whip in hand at the ready, Angel girl is trying to weigh up the consequences of going or not. Hang on a minute. She was the one talking me out of it earlier and now she’s changing her mind? People wonder why I’m always second-guessing myself. I look at the clock on the wall, its 8:15pm I can assume the car will be downstairs at 9pm. I look at Meagan mortified.
“Well? What is it? Don’t keep me in suspense, woman!”
I pass her the note and she reads it eyes wide and mouth aghast, without a word being said she grabs my arm and drags me into the bedroom.
I am dropped in front of my wardrobe but I really don’t feel comfortable about any of this. I won’t be anywhere I know and I will have no one to run too, plus how will Brendan feel about me going out?
“Stop over-thinking things!” Meagan shouts as she pulls the contents of my wardrobe out onto my bed.
“But I don’t know where I’ll be going and…”
“Just stop! Listen, you live in this hotel, you work in this hotel and God knows you play here too. You are over 3000 miles away from him and you are safe.” She orders, grabbing me by the shoulders and gently trying to shake sense into me.
She’s right, I need to let
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