It was around 12:30-1:15 am when John finally arrived at his room door. He'd turned the door handle, only to have the realization that it was locked. Then, did the (sort of) smart thing and tried his room key, only to have it not work on him, as when he took the key out of the slot, and turned the door handle again, it was still locked. What the… John thought as he'd tried the door handle for the third time, realizing that it was still locked.
He'd then grabbed his cell phone, looked through his contacts until he'd found one of Haylie's many numbers (just hope it was the right one), called it, but it went straight to voicemail "Hi, this is Haylie, so sorry I've missed you're call, just leave me a nice message….and I do mean nice, and I'll get back to you ASAP.
"Hay, I really don't know if I've gotten you're right number, but if so, could you please answer the door, it's locked and for some reason the stupid key doesn't work, so, please…" Then hung up…then thought Great! I'm so fucking stupid! And made his way down to the lobby.
"Hi, um, do you have any spare room keys for room 478?" John asked the woman behind the main desk.
"Oh I'm sorry sir, we'd only allow the maximum of three hotel keys per room, one was given to you, one was given to a Miss Trudel if I'm correct, and we'd already given the last one to someone who really wanted to see her. So sorry." The woman replied.
"Oh it's alright." John replied, then re-asked, "Wait, you'd said the third key was given to someone who really wanted to see Haylie?"
"If Haylie's last name is Trudel, then yes, why?" The woman asked.
"Just wondering." John replied, then thought Someone who really wanted to see her? OMG!" Then literally booked it back to his room.
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By the time that he'd went to the door of his room, it was opened and he'd heard sobbing, so he'd entered the room to see Emma with a crying Punk Diva in her arms.
"Haylie, what's wrong?" John asked quickly as he'd ran over and sat beside his girlfriend.
"Everything!" Haylie replied, with another hurtful sob.
"Emma, could you please define everything to me?" John asked.
"He'd raped her." Emma replied.
"Who's…." John started, before trailing his thought off at the realization of who he'd is.
"What are we going to do?" Emma asked. "She's basically not safe if she's definitely not alone, or if she's at least with me, my brother, her brother, Sydney, or even you."
"I'll make sure she is, even if my goddamn life depends on it." John said.
"You really must love her, don't you?" Emma asked.
"Heck yeah I do, she means the world to me, if I lose her, then, my life would be nothing." John replied.
"Awwwhhheee, that's sweet." Emma said with a smile.
The next day started off with Haylie trying to sleep, but she was tossing and turning violently in her bed, and that awakened John with a ear-wrenching scream.
"Haylie, Haylie, it's going to be alright, I'm going to make sure he doesn't hurt you anymore." John said, rubbing Haylie's back trying to calm her down.
"What if by you're simple involvement, he's just going to hurt me even more?" Haylie asked.
"I don't even care what the circumstance is, I don't even care if my life depends on this situation, I am going to make sure that the woman that I care about, the woman that I hold dear in my heart is not going to be tormented like this ever again in her lifetime."
