My eyes fluttered open, two voiced fill the dark room. I was currently facing a blank wall, laying on a bed. "What was I suppose to do Dean? She fainted on me." He shrieked causing me to cringe. My only thought was, "They are going to kill me." No one could be that paranoid.
Taking a mental second to check for broken limbs. Nothing seemed to be out of place. I had all my clothes on, thank you sweet jesus--my shoes laces were still neatly tied.
"You shouldn't have brought her here." His voice was hushed, and intense much deeper than the first. "We are so screwed Sammy. You know what has to be done about her." Shit here it comes.
Taking a chance I peeked over my shoulder. Their back were to me. Now was the time. If I wanted to get away, it had to be now.
I observed the room. The pathway to the door was clear, but the chain latched to the door would stall me for at least a few seconds. There are two of them, so these seconds are crucial.
I lifted my body up slowly inch by inch not wanting to make a sound. Creeping on tiptoes across the floor. The door would be trickier than anything. I braced both hands on the lock, sliding the chained so slowly it only made a light clanging sound. I creaked the door open, and that was the time to hall ass.
I scooped up the keys that laid on the side table. One of the guys heard the jingle of the keys. Whipping his head around, I waved the hand with the keys dangling. I ran to the only car parked by. The idiots didn't even lock the doors.
The grumbles from inside the hotel room followed me as I started the engine. The other guy was seriously pissed yelling for me to open the door. As I began backing up, he gripped the door handle. "Not my car!"
"Oh yes!" I laughed at him. Giving him a flick of my hand as a bye bye signal. "Son of a Bitch!" I was still laughing, while I watch the angry face of the man in the rearview mirror.
Rolling down the window, I slowly came to a stop, sticking my head out. I was at a far enough distance to feel safe, but not so far that they wouldn't here my last comment. "You'll get over it!" I yelled, and the shorter guy looked like this head was going to explode. Surely he was killing me in his mind and it didn't bother me one bit. I'm safe and that's all that matters, I thought as I began driving again.
I parked the car at the back entrance of the diner where I work. It was pretty late, but the light from the kitchen was still on. I had to use my key because after 11 on weeknights Karen would close early. "Who's there?" I heard a familiar voice call to me. "It's only me Karen."
"Oh sweetheart, Happy Birthday…" Coming around the counter, gripping me into a big hug. "Couldn't you sleep?" I could feel the small lines on her forehead crinkled with the strain of worry in her voice.
"Bad dreams." I whispered against her hair, hugging her tighter. It's not like I was lying. I've had dreams similar, but none that had become reality. Maybe I was still dreaming. She let me go, and rounded the counter. "I know what you need."
"HOT CHOCOLATE!" We said together, and laughed. "You know me to well, but I think I'm gonna pass."
"You sure?" She held the box of sin out on the counter just incase. Shaking my head and move back. "It's late, and I'm kind of tired."
"Wait…" She said running to one of the back storage rooms and returned several minutes later with a small package. "What's that?" She held the small box tucked in her arms. "Your mother wanted me to give this to you on your 22nd birthday."
"My mother…" My heart ached with the knowledge that her death could still hurt so much. "She wanted you to open it in private. So here you go." She placed the small square box into my hands. It seemed very light, so light in fact--it felt almost empty.
"I guess I'll go open it then." She smiled holding the door open for me. "If you need anything just call the house." I wasn't aware of the tears dripping down my face until my eyes started to blur. "Thank you--for being here…for being you. Karen, I don't know what I'd do without you."
Pulling me into another hug, she ran her hands up and down my back in a soothing motion. "Well it's a good this you don't have to worry about that . If your mother was here she'd be very proud of you Haley."
"Thanks for that too. I miss her, but at least I have you." I tried to smile as she wiped away my tear stained cheeks. "You'll always have me."
I let her go and walked to my apartment a half a block away from the Café. Things seemed calm for the moment, but the events that had taken place earlier could very well reoccur any second. I stole the guys car. Of course he's gonna come looking for it. Stupid, stupid…
I unlocked my front door, and looked around. Everything seemed to be in order--nothing disturbed, or out of it's usual order. I set the box on the table next to the door. Only after all the locks were secure did I take off my coat and shoes.
The box was light to the touch, but as I began to unwrap the weight seemed to drop out from the bottom up. The book was small and old… The moment I picked it up, I felt this serge of power run threw me--like something had finally been awakened. The words across the cover were written in Latin, "Linguistics"… Inside the book was a letter addressed to me. I opened the letter to find more Latin which would be great if I knew how to read it. Thanks mom!
I laid in my bed for the second time that night, but now my body seemed to ease into a dreamless sleep were nothing could harm me.
The headlights had long gone, and Dean still couldn't get over it. "She stole my car Sam. I don't care who this chick is. If there is so much as a scratch…"
Sam place both hands on Deans shoulders to give reassurance and to guide him back to the room. "Calm down Dean."
Shaking off his brothers hold. "I'm calm, this is me being calm." He breathed loudly in and out his nose.
"I'd hate to see if you were hysterical." Sam said under his breath. Dean oblivious began to pace the motel room practically burn a hole in the cheap carpeting. "I'm sure the car is fine."
Dean stopped in mid-pace. "You don't know that. The Impala isn't a toy Sam." His facial expression frantic, poor guy.
"Trust me, I know it's not a toy. You remind me everyday!"
"That's right! Remember what happened last time. I was gone for 3 months. You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up." Dean says angrily.
"Dean, I thought it was my car," Sam replies. "You know what never mind. Lets go find the car." Sam was already out the door with Dean falling behind. "Now that's more like it."
