to your old apartment; even to the motel, but meeting Brandon? I’m going to have to talk to your dad and Brandon about that. I don’t plan on that having a great outcome.”
“I guess I have to respect that,” she said, looking down.
I put the car in reverse and then in drive, exiting out the parking lot, making a right down Sage, and then a left on Westheimer. We drove slowly for a while, until we reached the motel. I stopped, parked and looked at Krystle. I began to feel a little uneasy, knowing that the last time she was here; she committed a horrible murder.
“You sure about this?”
“As sure as I’ll ever be,” she smirked.
“Give me a second, okay?” I asked, taking the keys out the ignition, and then getting out.
“Welcome to Motel 6 where we keep the light on for you; how may I assist you?”
“Hello… Russell,” I said, reading his name badge. “My name is Courtney and I have a question for you.”
“Hopefully I’ll have an answer, so shoot,” the tall, but slightly stubby guy said.
“I need to see room 215 please.”
His eyes grew large as he mumbled, “Impossible.”
“How so?”
He began to type on the computer in front of him while he spoke to me. “You seem like a really smart lady with your sleeveless black dress, so I know you watch the news.”
“I do, and?”
“And with that being said, I know you know with watching the news, there was something that happened in that particular room, which I am not at liberty to discuss.”
“Since you wear those nice designer glasses, Mr. Russell, you as well seem like a smart fellow, so let me break it down to you briefly. There is unfinished business in that room that someone needs to finish.”
“Let me stop you there; regardless of your unfinished business, this job is my livelihood and—”
The bell to the front door rang, alerting us that someone else had walked in, I turned around and saw it was Krystle; I then turned my attention back to Russell.
“Is there a problem, Auntie?” Krystle asked sweetly, walking up to me.
“No, I got it handled,” I responded.
“Hello again, Russell.” she said deeply, her voice taking on the same tone it did, while we spoke over the phone earlier.
His mouth hung open so wide; he could catch a fly.
“I don’t want any problems with you, surely as you don't want any problems with me,” Krystle said, smiling.
“I don’t care which one you are, I can’t let you in,” his voice cracked.
Krystle looked at me, then leaned on the counter towards him with a slight smile and whispered, “If I were you, I would shut the fuck up, since you were the one to tell people you knew nothing about what happened. With that being said, Russell, love, I won’t be the only one held accountable for anything... I promise you that. So be a dear, give me what I want; that's only the fucking keys!” she yelled, reaching over the desk grabbing them.
“Okay, okay! I’m going to lunch, fuck! And just like the last time, I didn’t see you and you ain't see me!” he said, pulling back the swinging door to the desk. “I got eight damn kids and seven baby momma’s; I don’t need no more drama in my damn life,” he mumbled.
“Got it.” She winked, her voice going back to normal. “Let’s go, Auntie,” she giggled, twirling the single key around her right pointer finger.
When we got outside, I stopped walking and stared at her. “What was that in there?”
“What was what? she asked nonchalantly, skipping back towards me.
“You told that boy that he would also be held accountable for murder, I thought you said you didn’t remember anything.”
“I don’t, wasn’t that strange? Now where was that room again?”
I started to get a little disturbed then, but I kept my composure. I told Krystle that I left my purse in the car and that she should go on ahead of me, and find the room. She hesitantly agreed and went off to find her destination, while I pretended that I was walking back
“I guess I have to respect that,” she said, looking down.
I put the car in reverse and then in drive, exiting out the parking lot, making a right down Sage, and then a left on Westheimer. We drove slowly for a while, until we reached the motel. I stopped, parked and looked at Krystle. I began to feel a little uneasy, knowing that the last time she was here; she committed a horrible murder.
“You sure about this?”
“As sure as I’ll ever be,” she smirked.
“Give me a second, okay?” I asked, taking the keys out the ignition, and then getting out.
“Welcome to Motel 6 where we keep the light on for you; how may I assist you?”
“Hello… Russell,” I said, reading his name badge. “My name is Courtney and I have a question for you.”
“Hopefully I’ll have an answer, so shoot,” the tall, but slightly stubby guy said.
“I need to see room 215 please.”
His eyes grew large as he mumbled, “Impossible.”
“How so?”
He began to type on the computer in front of him while he spoke to me. “You seem like a really smart lady with your sleeveless black dress, so I know you watch the news.”
“I do, and?”
“And with that being said, I know you know with watching the news, there was something that happened in that particular room, which I am not at liberty to discuss.”
“Since you wear those nice designer glasses, Mr. Russell, you as well seem like a smart fellow, so let me break it down to you briefly. There is unfinished business in that room that someone needs to finish.”
“Let me stop you there; regardless of your unfinished business, this job is my livelihood and—”
The bell to the front door rang, alerting us that someone else had walked in, I turned around and saw it was Krystle; I then turned my attention back to Russell.
“Is there a problem, Auntie?” Krystle asked sweetly, walking up to me.
“No, I got it handled,” I responded.
“Hello again, Russell.” she said deeply, her voice taking on the same tone it did, while we spoke over the phone earlier.
His mouth hung open so wide; he could catch a fly.
“I don’t want any problems with you, surely as you don't want any problems with me,” Krystle said, smiling.
“I don’t care which one you are, I can’t let you in,” his voice cracked.
Krystle looked at me, then leaned on the counter towards him with a slight smile and whispered, “If I were you, I would shut the fuck up, since you were the one to tell people you knew nothing about what happened. With that being said, Russell, love, I won’t be the only one held accountable for anything... I promise you that. So be a dear, give me what I want; that's only the fucking keys!” she yelled, reaching over the desk grabbing them.
“Okay, okay! I’m going to lunch, fuck! And just like the last time, I didn’t see you and you ain't see me!” he said, pulling back the swinging door to the desk. “I got eight damn kids and seven baby momma’s; I don’t need no more drama in my damn life,” he mumbled.
“Got it.” She winked, her voice going back to normal. “Let’s go, Auntie,” she giggled, twirling the single key around her right pointer finger.
When we got outside, I stopped walking and stared at her. “What was that in there?”
“What was what? she asked nonchalantly, skipping back towards me.
“You told that boy that he would also be held accountable for murder, I thought you said you didn’t remember anything.”
“I don’t, wasn’t that strange? Now where was that room again?”
I started to get a little disturbed then, but I kept my composure. I told Krystle that I left my purse in the car and that she should go on ahead of me, and find the room. She hesitantly agreed and went off to find her destination, while I pretended that I was walking back
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