The Alpha and the Dragon Princess

Chapter 2

I went to the closet and started ripping my clothes off the hangers and tossing them on the bed. I went around the room grabbing my stuff like an angry tornado that destroyed everything in its path. When I was finished, my belongings were in a huge pile on the bed and all that pieces of s**t stuff was thrown around the room. I needed to figure out how I was going to get everything in my car. I didn't want to see Tony.

I cracked the bedroom door and listened to see what he was doing. I listened for a few minutes but didn't hear any noise coming from downstairs. Maybe he was sleeping on the couch. I slipped out of our room as quietly as I could and tipped toed down the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I looked around and didn't see Tony anywhere. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I was relieved he wasn't there. I just wanted to get my stuff out of here and go. I didn't want to have to see him. We had nothing more to say to each other.

I went to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. It was to me from Tony. He said he had to go to the office and would be back as soon as he could. I didn't know how long he had been gone, and I didn't want him to come back before I got out of here. I ran to the sink and pulled out the box of trash bags. I took the box and sprinted up the steps. I ran to the bed and started shoving all my stuff into the bags. I didn't stop until the bed was empty. I dragged the bags out the door and pushed them down the steps.

I went into the bathroom and threw all my stuff into another bag. I ran around upstairs grabbing everything that was mine and shoving it into a bag. Once I got everything, I carried the bags I couldn't throw down the stairs and left them by the front door. I grabbed another bag and ran around downstairs filling it. I left all the pictures of myself and Tony. I didn't want any memories of my time with him.

I might have broken a few things I bought him. Like the Playstation that he loved so much. And the huge television I bought the night I moved in. I took one last look around the house to make sure I had everything, then I went and started loading my bags into my car. I left my key on the counter and locked the door on my way out.

I was pulling out of the driveway just as Tony was coming up the road. He saw me and stopped and rolled down his window. I didn't even look his way as I drove right by him. He pulled into the driveway and turned around. He followed me out of the neighborhood and onto the freeway. My car was faster than his. So when I saw an opening, I took it. I pushed the gas petal all the way down and took off. He tried to keep up with me but failed. I looked in the rearview mirror and watched as his car grew smaller and smaller until finally I couldn't see him anymore.

I let out a deep breath. I didn't know what my next move was, but one thing was for sure: Tony would never be part of it.

I stopped at the gas station to fill up my car. I wasn't sure what to do next, going back was not an option right now. I need to think and figure out my next move. I would have to figure out a housing plan. It was too late in the season to stay in the dorms and all the apartments were already rented out for the semester. I headed towards my mom's house. I could stay there until I figured it out. But I needed sleep. Fatigue was setting in. I pulled into the first hotel I came to. It was one of those big fancy franchise hotels. The parking lot was full. I worried that they might not have any rooms available.

I walked in, and the lobby was full of people. Some were checking in while others were just moving about the hotel. The hotel was nice. There were couches and chairs set up throughout the lobby. A stone fireplace off to the side with a roaring fire giving the place a welcoming, cozy feeling. I walked over and got in line to speak with the front counter. There were about fifteen people in front of me. I hoped the line moved quickly. The day was catching up with me and my body was ready to rest.

I was down to five people in front of me. A man stood at the counter pissed. From what I could gather from the conversation, he didn't have a reservation and there were no rooms available. After a few minutes of arguing with the woman behind the counter, the man grabbed his bag and stormed out.

My chances of getting a room didn't look good. But I stayed in line and waited my turn. If they didn't have any rooms available, they may be able to lead me in the direction of a hotel that might.

It was finally my turn. I smiled as I approached the counter.

"Hi," I said as friendly as I could.

"Hello!"

"I would like a room for the night," I said, still smiling.

"Do you have a reservation?" she asked.

"No, I'm afraid I don't."

"I'm sorry, but we have no rooms available for tonight."

"There is nothing at all available? " I don't need anything fancy, I just need a bed to get some sleep."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we are fully booked."

"I am exhausted. Do you know if there is a hotel close by that might have an available room?"

"I'm sorry, I don't. There is a business convention in town. " It will be hard to find a room without a reservation," she said, giving me a sympathetic look.

"You will have to drive about fifty miles out of town to get a hotel."

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"The convention is huge. It's hosted here every year. People come from all over to attend. We were booked months ago."

"I don't think I can drive fifty miles. Would it be a problem if I slept for a few hours in my car?"

"I would not recommend it. But if that is what you must do, you can't do it on our property. They will have your car towed. The parking lot is for guests only."

"I'm sorry I'm not very familiar with this area. Do you know of a parking lot close by I could park in without it being an issue?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am I don't."

"Well, thank you for your time," I said, turning and walking away.

I was heading for the door when the glow of the fire caught my eye. I could hear the crackling of the wood reminding me of the nights I spent sleeping by the fire in our living room when I was a child. My mom would always yell at me, worried the fire would pop and burn me. She was right it did, but I still loved sleeping there. I walked over and sat in one of the chairs in front of the fire.