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Chapter 11 : Is This The End of The Line?
I looked out the taxi window to see that it was pulling up at the hotel. I sure hope this plan works, otherwise.. I am SO gonna be grounded for eternity. Steven and I stepped out of the car, but I turned back when I noticed that I was walking alone. I turned to see Steven reaching in the backseat and helping my mother out. She was wearing dark sunglasses and was definitely more than a little tipsy.
I could see that Steven was struggling, so I went back to help him guide Mom up the steps to the hotel.
"That was a great flight, wasn't it? I mean, it was so quick." Mom sort of giggled before she hiccuped.
"I've never seen you so... thirsty, before, ma'am." Steven noticed, obviously for the lack of a better word.
"You mean you've never seen me drink. Guess what? I've never tasted the stuff before. Not once."
"Could've fooled me, ma'am." And me. How do you think I felt, Steven? She totally embarrassed me on the plane! And I don't get embarrassed that easily anymore!
We managed to lead Mom through the lobby before we stopped at the front desk to check in. Miraculously, Dad was nowhere in sight. Maybe my plan will actually work. Mom then began to ring the bell on the desk about a zillion times. I finally stopped her by placing my hand over the bell.
"Mom, they heard you the first twenty-eight dings. Are you gonna be okay?"
"Absolutely. Never felt better in my life. But...Sweetie, tell me because I'm a bit confused. Have we landed yet?"
With that comment, I laid my head down on the counter and began muttering to myself. "I am so dead. This is never gonna work."
I could see out of the corner of my eye, across the lobby, that Nate and Jason were exiting a dining hall.
I led Mom away from the front desk, after I had checked us all in, and toward a wall of elevators. I honestly don't know how else to describe it. There was a wall with elevators, literally, lined up along the whole wall. I managed to catch an empty elevator, but I noticed that Mom wasn't beside me when the doors opened.
I looked back and saw that Mom was trying to hitch a ride on a passing luggage cart. I threw a helpless glance at Steven, and he proceeded to try and peel my drunken mother off the cart.
He finally managed to get her off of it, and Mom and I finally stepped into an open elevator. Steven said he was going to look around for a while, to see what he could find that might be of use at home.
Just as the doors are about to close, Mom stuck her hand between the doors, hindering it from completely shutting.
"Oh..." She giggled with her hand still between the doors, making the doors pop back open. "Forgot my bag."
She rushed out of the elevator and ran toward the front desk just as I spotted Nate and Jason still walking, looking like they were trying to find somebody.
"Nate! Jason!" I called from the elevator, and Jason and I locked eyes.
Mom must have found her bag because she joined me again, putting her arm around me.
"Mom!"
Nate's eyes widened as he noticed her. He turned almost completely around, why I'm not sure.
"Honey, you didn't have to wait for me, I could've found the room by myself. Besides.." She leaned toward me a little bit, and started whispering. "I've got to make a pit stop. Go on, sweetie, I'll meet you upstairs."
As she started walking away, Nate turned back around sneaked a peek at her.
Mom turned back for a second, and just barely missed colliding with a Bellhop carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. I could feel a headache coming, so I started rubbing my forehead.
I turned to the two guys who looked star-struck. "What?" I broked them out of their trance.
"Huh?"
"Why were you guys staring at my mom like that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Nate denied. "What's wrong with her, though? Why was she acting so weird?"
"She's drunk." I clarified. "She's never had more than one glass of wine in her entire life and she chooses today to show up totally wasted."
Nate started leading all of us toward an open elevator.
"Well, just do what the woman says and meet her upstairs." Jason pointed out as the elevator started moving.
-Mitchie's POV-
I swear, if I wasn't so confused right now, I would swear I just saw Shane stroll up to, and get in, the same elevators that Shiloh just left in.
Maybe I'm hallucinating. I smiled and gave him a little wave. He stopped what he was doing and just looked at me.
Maybe I'm not crazy. I swear, Shane is staring me, who's standing directly in front of him. He blinked, like he was unable to believe his eyes.
As the elevator doors started to close, Shane leaned further and further to his right, like he was trying to keep his eyes on me. He kept leaning like that until the doors finally closed.
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I stormed down the hallway, focused and furious.
"Shiloh Hunter Gray!" I yelled, and she came out of the room on my right.
"Hi, Mom." She said innocently.
"How could you do this to me?!" I screeched.
Just then, two faces I hadn't seen since Shane left, eighteen years ago, showed up behind Shiloh.
"May I suggest we take this little pow-wow inside? Hi, you probably don't remember me..." He smiled.
"Jason!" I exclaimed warmly. I looked at Nate, and smiled at him. "Nate!"
"I knew I always liked you." He smiled his oh-so-rare smile back at me.
Once we were all in the room, Shiloh sat on the bed and Jason and Nate stood by the door.
"Let me put this as simple as possible. You told me your father knew I was arriving here today. The man that I just saw in the elevator had absolutely no idea he and I were on the same planet, let alone in the same state, and especially not in the same hotel!" I exclaimed loudly.
"You saw Dad already?" Shiloh seemed shocked about it, like she was planning something that she was keeping from me.
"Yes, and it was completely humiliating. The man went completely pale, like I was the ghost of Christmas past or something." I sat down on the couch in the room and I could feel my my headache becoming stronger, so I started rubbing my forehead. "Can somebody get me something cold for my head?" I glanced over and saw Nate beginning to wet a cloth. "Don't you think I've wondered what it was going to be like to see Shane again after all these years?"
Jason and Nate exchanged a look, like they knew something as well that they were keeping from me.
"Well, let me tell you, me waving like a mindless idiot while Shane Gray is staring back, cluelessly, is not exactly the scenario I had in mind." I continued. Shiloh handed me the wet washcloth, a glass of water, and two aspirins. "Thank you." I placed the wash cloth on my forehead and shut my eyes, hoping that might have taken some of the pain away. "And furthermore and much worse, is the fact that I've been lied to by my own daughter and I'd like to know why."
I cracked open an eye, only to see my butler passing through the room wearing only a speedo bathing suit. I abruptly opened my eyes and sat straight up again.
"Steven! What are you doing?" I exclaimed.
"Going for a swim. Do you mind?"
"No, no, that's perfectly alright." I reasoned. "By all means, have fun... Someone ought to. Just put on a shirt. My God.."
Jason and Nate started trying to suppress their laughter, and I gave them a look, making them stop completely.
"Shiloh! You were going to tell me why you lied and brought me here without telling your father?"
"I didn't lie. Technically." She shrugged.
I raised my eyebrow and Shiloh explained.
"I told Nate and Jason. I assumed one of them might have told him."
I gripped the arm of the couch as I rose unsteadily. "Okay, let me say this loud and clear. Shane Gray and I obviously have nothing in common... anymore. Plus, in case you haven't noticed, he seems extremely content without me in his life. Shiloh, I want you to explain to your father that I am here for one purpose only and that's to take you back home. Now, let's do what we have to do and be done with it. Understood?" I asked firmly.
"Yes, ma'am." Shiloh mumbled.
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