Chapter 2- Return to Forks
6 months later…
My taxi pulled up the small hotel in a place called forks, they were all the same, and my life had taken up a regular pattern. It was all the same in the small towns I had stayed in since that night; you see I had found it easier to convince small town people, they are less suspicious. I'm still not sure why I chose fork but I goggled small towns on the internet and when they name came up forks just popped out.
The hotel was small, it defiantly wasn't a Hilton. The teenaged boy with an extremely bad hygiene issue came round the corner and asked in a high-pitched quavering voice,
"May I take y-y-your b-bags miss?"
No you may certainly not!I wanted to reply but I knew that was considered rude, the way he eyed me, like I was a piece of meat! I want to smack him upside his head!
"Of course" was my actual reply.
He took my one suitcase and led me to the front desk. A woman stood there, she was late forties and had blond straight hair coming down to her shoulders. The unknown women greeted my with a warm smile and questioned,
"Do you have a reservation?"
This is were my planning goes ahead I had already been smart enough to book this in an internet café when I was in the last place I stayed. (I never called them home)
"Yes and the name's Swan" I replied trying to be sweet.
"Ah, yes it's here, May I ask when your parents will be joining you?" Oh, this is where I still the little snag in my plan. Smiling sweetly, looking up at her through my eyelashes, and answering in the most innocent possible voice,
"They will be along in a couple of days; they trusted me alone for a while as they got court up in important emergency business."
She looked taken back for a while then nodded her head and gave me the key. I started walking up to my room, I did the same act every time I stayed in a hotel in the past six months and it worked every time, I would be out of here when she started asking questions. I was the mysterious stranger in the small towns, I laughed to myself at the thought.
The sickly boy followed me up to my room, as I came to the door marked 21 I stopped. This boy lingered outside my room more than he needed to; he clearly wanted to say something. Well spit it out then! A stray thought came into my mind, but I was shocked with it, normally I was a polite person.
"Umm, well this is it, I guess I should say welcome to Forks, by the way my name is Newton, Mike Newton."
He's trying to be James bond! This boy was the total opposite of anything even James Bond related. This Mike boy as James Bond, the idea was so disturbing it wasn't even remotely funny, okay so it was a bit.
"Oh and by the way, if you need anything, I mean anything I will be downstairs for the rest of the night." He quickly added before walking of. Oh God.
I quickly scrambled into my room and shut the door leaning heavily against it when it was fully closed. My mind scanned through what that Newton boy could have meant and only one thought came to mind.
EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
A shudder violently ripped though my body as that scene quickly connected to memories of Phil.
NO! I had already shut that window in my mind long ago.
I surveyed the room I was staying in and came to the conclusion it was pretty nice. The warm creamed colouring gave it that homely feel and the new furniture gave it that 'sweet but stylish' look. The kitchen joined to the living room and you could tell it was all newly fitted, I didn't bother going into the bath room as I headed straight for the bedroom. Glancing round the room I found exactly what I was looking for.
Right in the centre was a massive king size bed with a range of neatly organised pillows on top.
I literally ran and plonked myself in the middle, my eyes suddenly feeling heavily and the darkness covering me like a blanket.
Here I come Forks, was my last coherent thought.
