14 June 2012
We pulled up in front of another Premier Inn. Purple signs with the yellow moon logo had informed me of our location just feet from the actual building. It was tall and grey with thousands of windows covering all the sides. I got out and followed Garry's stocky figure through the glass reception area and to the lifts. By the time it came to our level Eddie had arrived behind us with my bags. I feel like I'm famous, the talk of the hotel whenever I arrive with my black suited guards carrying my bags and my long black coat's hood hiding my face keeping me anonymous. I told Garry this once. He told me that in actual fact I was slightly famous but not a famous anyone wants to be. I am famous to a group of people who are apparently looking for me and Eddie and Garry were appointed by my father to see fit that I wasn't ever found. It was all because of my father Eddie said he had done something which killed my mother and almost me and no one actually knows what it was he did. I wish I knew. I wish I knew a way to change my life make it a somewhat normal life but that is a stupid thought - this is normal for me.
We walked along the carpeted hall way. Purple doors appearing every so often either side of us with different increasing numbers. I looked over my shoulder and asked.
"What number?"
"413" was the gruff answer, I looked to a door arriving on my left - 402. Now I start counting down. 403. 10... 9... 8.. 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 413. I stopped abruptly in front of the door, which is an exact copy of the one to the left, the one to the right and the one opposite. Except for the slight difference of the numbers nailed to them. Garry unlocked the door with the key card and held it open for me.
"Thanks" I nodded to him and walked into the room where there was one double bed, a single bed and two makeshift beds. One on the sofa the other on the floor. As I walked in a man in another black suit stood up abruptly and saluted.
"Stand down soldier" Garry's hoarse growl came from behind me and the man immediately relaxed and dropped his salute. I watched him carefully from under my hood. He was a very handsome man, his hair was slightly long but still short and a deep melted chocolate brown colour, his eyes were an insightful grey. His face was soft but rough, his skin tanned.
"Kid this is Mr Aesom" Eddie introduced dropping my bags on the bed, he finally looked at me properly and his eyebrows pulled together as he tried to see my face.
"Mr Awesome?" I purposely misheard him a sly smirk on my face "How far up his own arse is he?" he narrowed his eyes at me and I flashed him a bitter sweet smile, and moved to remove my hood...
Who Am I? Part 3 • Opuss № I