Not Again
Twenty-Six: River
River woke up to the ringing of a phone. His tired body refused to move as he forced himself to reach for the motel rooms phone. Picking it up and pulling it to his face his hand limply fell onto the bed beside his face. His bleary vison could barely make out where he was. He heard someone on the phone. “This is the motel office calling to let you know you have an hour till your check out time.” I swallowed and spoke. “Food, please and water.” I blink bringing my vison back into focus. “Would you like the special sir?” I blink a couple of time. “Yes” I hear the click so I know that the other person hung up.
I look at the alarm clock and notice four days have passed. I remember everything that had happened to me upon finding Molly. I can tell before I even lo
