Chapter 46: Motel

"What the hell do you mean, you've just been found? How is that possible? We changed everything about you!" Ace yelled as soon as we got to the hotel room. I rolled my eyes.

"You changed my identity and hair color. This is L.A., Ace, not some random city nobody knows of in the middle of fucking Texas. We are in one of the biggest cities in the country, a city that is known for its night life. And you didn't think that with all the fame I was getting with that trial and being part of the fucking Justice League, even if it was behind curtains, that I wasn't going to get noticed somehow?"

"Damn it. Should've just got with plastic surgery." He mumbled to himself. I huffed.

"You know damn well that I wouldn't have agreed to that."

"Why not? Huh? You've been changing your identity all your life, changing appearances and ages and locations, but you can't change the one thing connecting you to over sixty alias'?"

"Have you ever thought about the fact that I might not want to change everything about me? That I might actually like the way I look or that I might actually enjoy living a life that allows me to escape from the hell I've been put through?"

"Not this again. Please."

"What? You can't stand talking about the truth? You can't take the fact that you're not the only important person in this room?"

"Sarah, please, just..."

"Don't go there. I know. But I don't give a fuck. At least not now as I stand up for myself. We're done, Ace. And I'm sorry if you don't understand the fact that I want nothing to do with you anymore, but you're going to have to learn to deal with it. I got your stupid SD card back, so leave me alone. That means no more phone calls or text messages, no more stalking me to see what I'm up to, and God, please no more breaking me out of things that I don't even want to be broken out of. Okay? Good."

I picked up my duffel bag and heels and began walking to the door. My hand was on the knob when I was stopped.

"He's sad, you know." Ace suddenly mumbled. I looked back over to him and his he looked up at me as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What are you talking about."

"Patrick. He's going through depression. Lydia's sick and, well, you know who died six years ago." There was a long pause before he continued. "Madeline's fine by the way. If you care anymore about her. I assume you do, but honestly, who knows how you feel about anything anymore. She's the only thing keeping him going. Keeping him from...relapsing. It's pathetic of me to feel jealous of him, but I do... Anyway, I just thought that you might want to know before you go start world war three."

I ignored his insult and sighed, throwing my bag to the side and pacing around the room. "They're alive."

"Well, yeah, for now. They're moving again in a little more than a week. Spotted them east of the Mississippi four days ago."

"Why are you telling me this? Why do you care?"

"You and I are alike. Family was never really an option in life. But them. They're your family. You don't have to seal everything together. You don't have to be perfect, but you should at least spend some time with them. Take time off to spend time with family. If you don't, you'll regret it. Believe me, I do."

"Them seeing me...that is sealing the deal. That is making everything official."

"No, its not. Official would be like... church bells ringing or kissing beneath the moonlight. That isn't going to happen. Not by just seeing them for a few days. Not right now. I know you, Sarah. Nothing official until you personally make it."

"I guess." I said, sighing and sitting down next to Ace on the mattress. "I just don't know what to do. I want to see them, but then I don't."

"Well, sleep on it. You still have a week in a half until they leave. Stalking's my thing. And they're pretty easy to track with my knowledge and skills." Ace stood up and smiled. "Take the bed. I'll take the chair." Ace began to walk away and I laughed lightly.

"I've been locked up in a small prison cell with a bitch whose life is dedicated to killing me. You broke me out after two years in that hellish nightmare. And I'm wasted. I need to do something other than sitting in this motel room listening to stories about someone who I really don't care about anymore. So, why don't we have a little fun while I'm not being a stuck up bitch."

"Sarah, as you said, you're wasted. Wasted people don't make the brightest decisions."

"Don't tell me that you're still into that 'alcohol equals regret' shit."

"I'm not, but you also said that we're over."

"Well, its your lucky day, then, because recently I haven't been able to keep my promises."

"Sarah..."

"Ace?"

"It's four in the morning. Get some sleep."

"Per usual, I have start everything." Standing up I grabbed Ace and kissed him. Laughing, I broke away, raising my brow and smiling. "As usual, all your rejections were total and utter bullshit."

"You know me so well."