Chapter 29
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Chapter 29: Suicide Squad
[ Trinity ]
A pair of bright blue eyes stared up at the motel warily, it's neon flashing in the night, giving some light to the area around it. "I'll sleep on the bus."
Isaac nudged her, a small smile on his face. "Come on, it's for one night."
"Listen up," Coach ran his whistle, gaining the attention of all the teens. "Meets been pushed until tomorrow. This is the closes motel with the most vacancies and leave amount of good judgement when it comes to welcoming you degenerates." He held up a hand full of keys. "You'll be partnering up, choose wisely and keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves."
Trinity picked the key and walked up to Lydia and Allison, deciding she needed to stay with the females. The strawberry blonde seemed uncomfortable, her green eyes judging the place before she even walked in. It was expected though, it wasn't much. "I don't like this place."
"I'm sure the people that own this place don't like this place. It's just for one night."
Lydia didn't laugh at Allison's joke, instead she took in a shaky breath. "A lot can happen in one night."
"Let's go inside, it's cold out here."
All three girls settled in the room, gently conversing over the sleeping arrangement. "I'm a cuddler," The hunter admitted, taking some clothes from her duffle and walking into the bathroom.
"I only cuddle after s*x, so you're pairing up with Trinity."
"I'm fine with that," Allison picked up a towel and quickly set it back where she got it from. "These smell awful, can someone get new towels?"
"Yeah, one second."
The water started running and the two girls stood there awkwardly before Lydia spoke up. "Im sorry about earlier, I completely forgot that you and Derek are—were a thing."
"Don't worry about it," She quickly brushed her off, her heart clenching at the past tense of their relationship and she suddenly needed air. "I'll go get the towels."
Trinity couldn't hate the girl because she didn't have a strong relationship with either of them enough for them to understand that some topics needed to be left alone. But they wouldn't know that or care because they didn't fully trust Trinity and the feeling was mutual.
"Can I have some fresh towels? These ones reek on nicotine."
"Sorry about that, sweetheart," The old lady answered her voice sounding almost mechanical due to the machine put in her throat to help her breathe.
She's got smokers everything. That explains a lot.
The next set of towels she received still smelled faintly of the pungent smell but it was bearable. Bidding her a goodbye, her eyes caught sight of s number held up on the wall. "What's that?"
The hotel manager hesitated a bit, her clear blue eyes so light they almost looked translucent. "We're not going to make record for best customer satisfaction but since opening, this motel has had the most guest suicides in the state of California."
"A hundred and ninety eight."
"And counting."
Trinity walked away as quickly as she could, her hands clutching the white towels tightly until she made it into the room.
"Did you get them?"
"I got a little more than just towels."
Lydia took a whiff of them, still being able to smell the cigarette smoke on them. "Not clean ones."
"Excuse me, I was a little preoccupied learning that this motel is known for their hundred and ninety eight guest suicides."
Allison came from the bathroom fully dressed and caught a towel thrown at her to dry her hair. "All suicides."
"I'd go into detail but I'd rather not considering we're in a room where some of those bodies have been."
Lydia stood from the bed, her eyebrows furrowing. "Do you guys hear that?"
"Hear what?"
Allison and Trinity exchanged confused looks as the strawberry blonde stood on the bed, going closer and closer to the air vent. Her breathing went shaky and tears welled up in Lydia's eyes before she jumped off the bed and went for the door. "Lydia what's going on?"
"The couple in the next room, they shot each other." They trailed behind her until she walked into the next room, the door unlocked. "I swear it was right here," She declared but the only thing in the room was construction from the new renovation. "It was a guy and a girl."
"Maybe that why they're renovating the room. They've been scraping brain matter off the walls."
Lydia went back to the room packing up the things she'd started to take out earlier. "That's it, I'm leaving."
Allison watched her friend move around the small room. "Maybe we should just ask the lady at the front desk."
"You guys go, I've had enough for one night. I need a shower."
"Something could be seriously wrong." Lydia fought, not wanting to leave the blonde on her own.
Trinity nodded, pulling a fresh pair of clothes from her duffle. "Maybe so, but we get enough of this in Beacon and I'd like to have a night of normality for once."
"Someone died in this room. That's not normal."
"It's starting to be."
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