After hearing such devastating news,
I dashed to my bedroom. Aggressively
opening my polished wooden drawers,
grabbing whichever clothes I touched.
I stuffed the clothes in my L.L. Bean bag,
grabbed my car keys and reached for
Conan's leash. I had never felt so betrayed.
Momma was yelling in the background,
"Honey please don't go, we never meant
to hurt you," ask she cried out!
Whether or not they meant to, they did.
There was nothing they could do to change
that. I did the one thing I was good at,
running away from my problems.
I approached my 2019 Chevrolet Cruze
Hatchback, Conan was already waiting
by the trunk. He knew the drill. Like I said,
this was something I was good at.
I opened the trunk and Conan hopped in.
I jerked open the driver door, throwing
my bag into the passenger. I jabbed in the
start button and floored it out of my
neighborhood.
The next few hours felt like a blur. I
constantly wiped tears from my face.
At times it was hard to see the road. I
had no clue where I was. All I knew was
that the further away I got, the better
I felt.
Midnight crept up on me, I was
drained mentally and physically.
I needed to find a place to stay. I looked
for nearby hotels. Shortly, I approached
a large cabin hotel. "That works,"
I thought to myself.
I parked my tiny hatchback in
the empty lot. I grabbed my bag
and Conan. The lodge was beautiful
and looked fairly new. I pushed the
glass door open, smelling cinnamon and
brand new furniture. To my left was the
front desk and to the right was a open
area, with furniture, a fire place and a
large flat screen.
As I slowly walked to the front desk,
this elegant woman starred at me. I was
I was not an attractive sight. Not from
all the tears and distress.
"Honey are you okay?" she asked.
Filled with despair, I looked
into her brown eyes, "Have you ever
had someone betray you? "I asked. "I actually
have," she said. "How did you handle it?" I said.
"I think what matters is the reason behind
the betrayal. If it is out of love or selfish
ambition," she said. "Hmm," I said. The kind
lady then asked, "How many nights will you
be staying?" "I don't know, I guess one for
now," I stated. "That will be $145
dollars," she said.
I handed her my credit card and glanced down
at Conan. He was sitting beside me, looking
up into my eyes. The word concerned was
written allover his Bernese body.
After she handed me my card and receipt
she said, "Let me know if we can do anything
for you". "Thankyou," I said and headed
to find my room. The hotel key she had given
me, was a fancy card with the number 21.
I made my to the right of the hall. As I
passed room 16 and 17, memories began
to overwhelm my melancholy mind. It was like
each door I passed was a memory vanishing.
All those times my parents
held me if I was hurt. All those games they
attended. How could they look me in the
eye and not tell me? How could they live
a lie when all this time, they were not my
real parents? Not only that, but tell me
there moving away? They told me they felt
'called' to the middle east. At the same time
I had dreams to attend Barnard college in NY.
For the firs time in my life. I had no clue
who I was. I could not depict and sift out
between lies and truth. I felt betrayed. I
finally came to room 21. I held the card up to
the door and heard a silent beep.
I was greeted with cherry wood floors,
cabin log walls and a scent of pine and
warm vanilla. Candles were lit and I had
my own fire place, TV, queen bed and
large bathroom. I had a feeling that the
sweet lady at the desk, had something
to do with this.
I carried my limp, exhausted body
straight to the bed, dropping my
bag on the floor. I plopped down
on the edge of the bed. Conan jumped
up and lay beside me, nudging his big
cold nose next to my leg.
I starred at the fire across the room.
My concentration was interrupted by
a knock on the door. I left the bed
and headed to the door. As I opened
the door, there was a silver tray on
the floor. On it was a dog bowl, can of
dog food and a few snacks. There was
a note that read, "Hang in there. You
are loved and full of purpose."
I knew it was the lady at the front desk.
I carried the tray in the room, setting it
down on my night stand. I opened the
can of food and poured it on the tray.
I took the dog bowl and filled it with
water from the bathroom sink. I began
to snack on one of the goodies.
The alarm pierced through the
silence and my heart at 9:00 A.M.
I looked up at the ceiling and made
up my mind. I made my bed, showered,
brushes my teeth, put make up and
clothes on.
There was another knock on
the door. I excitingly went to
open it. This time there was a
tray full of eggs, bacon, grits,
orange juice, and more dog food.
There was another note that read,
"Forgive. Love. Follow your dreams."
I instantly felt a warm feeling.
I knew everything was going to be
okay. After I finished breakfast, I
grabbed my bag and Conan followed.
I waved to the friendly lady at the front
desk, and excited the lodge.
I placed my bookbag in my car
and let Canon hop in the front
passenger. I started my car and
looked into Canon's eyes and
said, "Off to Barnard we go."
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