CHAPTER 10: DISCOVERY
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Allison's POV
"What are you sorry for?" Brittany asked, both her eyebrows raised in consideration as they watched the tears drop down my cheeks.
"Why are you crying child?" her grandmother asked. At that time, I was already on my way out; I did not want any of them to see me crying.
"Wait up! Where are you going?" I could hear Brittany's voice from behind calling to me. I did not reply, I did not look back at them.
I wanted to go to get to the hotel customer care to get my room. My eyes scanned through the tears that were blurring my view until I finally found them.
"Good evening, ma'am. What sort of room would you like?" The attendant asked, beaming a cheerful smile at me.
"I don't know, just give me your best room."
"Is anything the matter? Is everything okay?" Her smile shrunk, and her eyes seemed to become a little bit more glistening.
"No... Yes. Don't worry about it. Just get me one of your best rooms."
"Okay, ma'am. It would be five hundred dollars for a night."
The money seemed a lot, but I was not the one paying, and hearing the true story of what happened to me had raised in me a completely different and new resolve of what to do. I did not care anymore. I would have to deal with Laura and Aiden. I would have to show and I did not care, even if it was to use Dylan's money.
"Alright," I said calmly this time, bringing out the credit card.
"You would have to input your pin, ma'am," she said.
It was then I remembered that I did not know the pin. Dylan had not told me the credit card's pin.
"Oh, the pin? Damn, I forgot." I tried to pretend to avoid any suspicions of theft. "I will go get it. You just have to wait."
"I am waiting, ma'am." The attendant gave me a knowing smile.
I rushed out of the hall and got outside to find Dylan. I felt the chill of the airbrush up my body once again. I had to hold myself, crossing my hands across my chest. I was still wearing the same clothes as before.
I saw him leaning on his car and talking to his friend, Jeff, the owner of the hotel.
He saw me before I could speak.
"Allison," he called out at me. "Is there something wrong?"
It was that question. That question was the crux of it. I parted my lips to give him a reply, but nothing came to my mind to say. Just tears. For a long time, no one had asked me if there was anything wrong. There was no one to have asked the question.
"I am..." I was already crying. He leaped out of his car and began moving towards me. I walked backward. I could not have been able to tell there was a waiter behind me with a tray of wine approaching. I turned around and clumsily knocked the tray down. The bottle of wine that stood on shattered on the floor, broken into many pieces, with the yellow foamy liquid flowing out.
"Can't you watch where you are going?" The waiter hollered, annoyed and angry at my clumsiness.
"I am so sorry," I said, my head black and not quite knowing what next to do.
"Allison," I heard Dylan's voice call out once again, his hand on my shoulder as I bent down to join the waiter to pick what I could of the broken bottle of wine.
"You don't have to," Simultaneously, the waiter and Dylan said, and then a pause came.
"Don't mind that, I am going to pay for it. What exactly happened?" Dylan continued, ignoring the incident. "Why exactly are you crying?"
My tongue seemed tied. The story was a long one and I did not know where to begin. "It's really nothing. I just came here to ask for the pin to use the credit card. Nothing else."
I knew he knew I was not telling the truth as I was still sobbing.
"Spill," he said nonchalantly, his eyes narrowing into mine.
"I can't talk about it here. I need to get a room. I will explain there as much as I can."
"Okay. If you say so. Let me tell you the pin to the credit card so you can get a room."
"No, why don't you get the room?" I felt too shaky to go up to the customer attendant to do anything more.
His reply to me was a resounding silence.
"Okay, okay, fine." I gave up.
He told me the pin to the card and then escorted me to the attendant. We got a room, and I felt extremely uncomfortable going with him into the place.
The room was extremely beautiful and comfy looking. There was a gigantic bed just by the side of the window. And beside it was a sofa chair. A study was on the other end of the room.
I looked at the place and then looked back at him.
"Don't, we won't be staying in the same room" he said. "I will get a different room for myself. I am here for you to tell me what is going on if there is something that I should know."
Immediately, I felt tears stream down my cheeks once again. I went in and sat on the bed. He followed me and sat on the sofa.
"I got released from prison yesterday," I said to him, observing his face to see any signs of shock. I did not get any. "Why I was in prison before was because they found drugs in my bag while I was about to travel. They charged me for it and sent me to jail for two years. I came back and found that my boyfriend who I had plans of marrying, is now with my best friend. And now I just got the news that they framed me."
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