When the woman had unpacked everything, she was exhausted. The trip was very long, and she only wanted to sleep. Before doing so, she went into the
bathroom and wanted to check herself in the mirror. She opened the door, and saw it was directly in front of her. Staring back at blue green eyes, she fixed her
medium long brown wavy hair which was wind blown on the drive down. Her nose was a little pointy but small, and she had a full bottom lip and a good medium
top lip that made her look a little like an angel from the romantic-renaissance era paintings. She was very happy about the way she looked all her life, because
she thought of herself as very innocent looking and classically lovely. She had been complimented by many different people over this, but still had not found the
right person for her when she had lived in Maine. Finding that many guys there were more alike, dull and mutual, and each one had wanted her to stay with
them there forever. She needed more diversity, as well as her environment, so she decided to fled away from everyone she ever knew. Her old friends still
wanted to keep in touch with her, in case she ever came back, so she had kept them on her phone, hoping some will make it to visit her ever. In the bathroom,
she had brought pajama bottoms to change into. She exited the bathroom to take a good look at her bed. It was a queen size mattress, but it definitely had
some stains and wear and tear. She threw three large towels over the top of the mattress, moving her blankets over so she could rest on top of the towels,
pulled the blankets over her and closed her eyes. For a while she didn't hear anything, only the sound of her breathing, and the occasional car noises outside.
She was stuck in the waiting time before she fell asleep, but she was starting to get more tired. Until, she heard the faint sound in the distance outside, probably
in the area where her car was parked, of complaining by a high pitched male voice. She moved her head towards her clock and saw it was 9:30. She couldn't
quite understand what he was saying, but she got up and moved to her window at the front of her apartment, moving the blinds with her fingers, to see if this
guy was complaining near her car. Outside, it was such dim lighting that the only sort of lighting that was given was by the old yellow neon sign over her
apartment, and that was only showing the front balcony where she stepped inside earlier, and only a little of the staircase where she came up. The figure was so
dark, that she could only see his height. He looked to be a short guy, probably around 5'5 or 5'6. She wen't a little closer to the window, trying to hear whatever
they were saying near her car. It sounded so mumbled because of the distance that it was frustrating her. She thought "What if they're trying to find a way to get
in?, what if they break the windows?." So many thoughts started happening, until she saw this figure move to the back end, looking at her drivers plate. It
seemed they were writing it down in some sort of note pad quickly, and were still complaining to themselves over whatever she had done to possibly break any
violations since parking there. She was getting highly curious at this and frightened, since this was her first night here and she highly didn't want to lose the
trust of her landlord with such good rent. She wanted to be a brave person and open the door and stand up for herself and ask what the problem was, but she
was afraid he could possibly be physically violent towards her if he was caught. After the figure wrote her license plate down on there notepad, they started up
the stairs and she quickly moved back away from the blinds, afraid that they would know they were being spied. When she heard his footsteps get closer, she
leaned into the window and only peeked through the small slit in her blinds, to see the figure only a little in that yellow neon light. What she saw was the short
man, he had a black shirt that said "JERK" on, which made her snort with laughter and had to move her hand over her mouth not to be heard. She noticed he
wore blue jeans and asshole-looking black boots. She quickly moved her eyes to his face and saw he had short black hair over his forehead that was in all
directions, a small circular beard under his lip, and shiny green eyes. He did seem like the mean type, the type at bars who drink and get into fights with people,
who get jail time and get out too early for "small misdemeanors." She thought she should expect this since she was in a sleazy chain motel in downtown L.A.
That these type of people would absolutely be next door to her at all times, especially for the price range that she was paying. It scared her. As he walked past
the dim neon light back into darkness, probably going to his apartment room or to knock on someones to either fuck or fight with, she trailed her eyes towards
him still at his now darkened body to see where they go, and not long they stopped at the door she was observing earlier, his body fumbled with some keys and
she heard him mumble a little under his breath. He finally had seemed to find the right key and had let himself in. She knew that this was the guy who her
landlord had warned her about. This was Dan, and straight away the first meeting was out of anger, at her and her car for parking in the wrong place in place
where his probable car is supposed to park, or whatever reasons he had against her in order to write her license plate down. She felt sweaty and hot, and knew
the police might meet her at her door tomorrow. She had to be ready for this, but she felt so tired that all she wanted to do was lay down and try to sleep again.
She moved away from the window, and slowly declined back on top of her towels, pulling the blankets over her and shutting her eyes again. In the few minutes
that had passed, another bad thought about this hotel came up in her mind again, thin walls. The wall that connected to her and Dan's room was echoing on
dan's side. A television set was blaring at medium sound, and she could hear dan's high pitched voice talking once more, but could not understand what he was
saying. She heard a soft meowing as well, which made her eyes open wider, figuring that a mean asshole like himself wouldn't care about adorable animals. She
loved cats, and wished some point to have one. She figured if he was an abuser, she could rescue his and keep it safe with her. She wanted to keep this in her
mind because she was bound to meet him soon, and something she could get back at him was absolutely saving that cat from his grasp. She fluttered her
eyelashes in annoyance at the sounds from the wall behind her head, but after ten more minutes, she finally fell asleep.