I just kept on walking straight hoping I'm going the right way, I saw to paths, one to the right, the other to the left, o couldn't stress my brain right now and I was the only one in the hall way so I just chose to go right.
I kept walking and I finally saw the room but the rooms where numbered, 510, 511....
My room is 102 so..... I'll keep walking maybe I'll see my room, nope I was wrong, now the rooms that are where I am are room 604.
This hotel is really big, I decided to retrace my steps and go back, I'll go follow the right path.
Now I'm lost, I saw a few people hanging around where I was, I approached them so they'll tell me where room 102 is.
"Good afternoon." I greeted the pair standing in front of me, two males, they were in shorts.
"Hey, looks like we've got a holy Mary here." The blonde one told his friend, he has a darkish brown hair, really curly.
"Yeah, look at her, anyways, what do you want?"
"She probably wants a lay, all the girls here are shameless."
"Don't insult me, you don't even know why I am talking to you, you're disgusting, instead of insulting women and belittling them, you should appreciate them."
"Who should we appreciate? Is it those piece of shit who would do anything just for us to turn them on?" The dark brown haired spoke up."
"Anyways what are y'all good for asides fucking and staying in the kitchen?"
"You have a mom right? Ask her." I didn't want to waste more time with those piece of rag, I went to go ask another woman who was walking by.
"Where are you going bitch? She has probably been fucked more times than she could count, I'm guessing she can count to one million." They laughed and taunt me, I stopped, sucked in a breathe trying to calm down, I continued walking but what they said next stroke a nerve.
"I can see a mother fucker when I see one, she is probably broken, let's get out of here and go fuck some bitches." They yelled, I turned wanting to give them a fitting reply but they were already leaving.
I'm broken, I know that but I don't need a constant reminder, I wiped the stray tear that rolled down my cheeks.
A woman was watching the drama unfold, I walked to her so I'll ask her where room 102 was but she just walked away, the hell, so weird.
"I can help you find your room." A familiar voice said from behind me, I turned to see who it was, oh it's him.
"Hey."
"Follow me."
"To where?!!!" I said abruptly.
"Your room, or you want to keep asking people?"
"No! Thank you for getting me the room, I really appreciate it."
"You haven't seen the room yet, you're thanking me." He scoffed.
"Meaning?"
"Why would you come to a foreign place without money?!"
"I did come with money."
"Then why didn't you get a room?", I stayed quiet " you don't have their currency meaning you don't have money, or you want to tell everyone you're from Nigeria?"
"You got me a room and I appreciate it, that doesn't mean you can insult me."
"Where is the room anyways?"
"On my head."
"What!!!?"
"Am I not leading you to where the room is? You're asking me nonsense question, the room is on my head, enter it." How rude. We kept walking, silence reigned on us the rest of the way.
We turned left, right, right. Now we are back to where I took the wrong turn, we went straight, taking the right turn I should have then took the stairs up, afterwards entered the elevator and kept walking straight, we saw rooms starting from 289.
We saw a could girls in bikinis, one was wearing a g-string, seeing all those girls like that didn't seem to faze him, we reached room 101 finally and then the room next to it was mine.
"Here it is."
"Thank you."
"You're thanking me, you won't be thanking me when you see the room." He finished it off with a smirk. I know what he is doing, the same thing he did when I wanted to get a room. He is playing mind games, he wants me to think he didn't get me a good room but really he got me a good room, I bet it's a luxurious room, I smiled back at him as I gave him a hard stare which he held.
I unlocked the door and pushed the door open, I carried my bag and walked in, roaming around in awe.
A Queen sized bed, a huge closet, amazing shower head, a bath tub, a balcony, a huge flat screen TV. Was what I expected to see in the room but instead, I saw a mattress laying on the floor, a small bathroom, with only a shower, no wardrobe or flat screen TV, the room was tiny, it was painted in a dull brown colour, in short, it looked like an advanced jail cell.
I saw the Buffon next to me burst out in laughter, he bent over and laughed, his eyes even watered.
"What is this?" I was shocked, why would he get me this filth.
"Your room." He said monotonously.
"Why would you get me such a room? I didn't beg you to get me a room, you did that all on your own, so what's this?"
"Keep on asking me."
"Unbelievable, and you're even laughing, what's so funny?"
"Your expression, you were expecting some luxurious room, with a Queen sized bed and all, but then you saw the room, you're expression went from certain to star struck, I would have rolled on the floor so I would have laughed at you better but I don't want to get my clothes dirty."
"I won't sleep in this filth."
"There is no refund so you have to sleep in it."
"I didn't beg you to get me a room so it's your problem."
"Either you sleep in this room, or you give me the money I used to pay for this room for you."
"Make a choice." I was so furious, I was on the verge of tears, I won't let him win, that's what he wants, to rile me up, instead of answering him, I shoved him out of the room and locked the door.
"That's what I thought." He yelled outside the door.
What's this nonsense? Did I beg or even ask him to get me this room so what's all this? The room is even smelling, I scrunched my nose in disgust.
I'll go see West today and spend the whole of my two nights at his place, I won't stay in this dump, will stylishly ask if he is at his place right now.
I brought out my phone and dialed his number, he picked up after the second ring.
"Hello baby." I greeted sweetly.
"Hi sweetheart, how are you doing?"
"Good and you?"
"Cool, what's up?"
"Just wanted to check up on you, you didn't end up giving me a call yesterday."
"Oh snap, I'm sorry, I got caught up in something."
"Okay, it's alright, you're at your pent house right now, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Did you eat breakfast?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah, anyways let's talk later okay, just wanted to hear you voice."
"Okay, take care." I was about to hang up when I heard a loud moan, I wanted to ask what the sound was but he hung up.
"Is he.......? No, no, my West would never do such a thing to me, he adores me, I'll go meet him right away, I'll ask him for some money, so I'll be able to book a flight back to Nigeria.
I carried my bag tired of dragging it, I exited the room, locked it and started walking back to the ground floor.
I know how we got here, I followed my brain and starred walking, I went straight, took the stairs down, entered the elevator. I took a left turn, kept walking down the hallway and finally a right turn. I reached the reception, I walked up to the receptionist.
She looked at me and held in a laugh, she knew the kind of room that Buffon got me, she didn't even tell me.
"Why didn't you tell me that room looked like that?"
"You looked so hopeful it was a luxurious room, I didn't want to burst your bubble." She burst out into a laughter.
"Very funny."
"Sorry."
"Take the room key."
"Did your luxury room not meet your expectations." She mocked me.
I dropped the key on the counter and walked away, I exited the hotel and called a cab, the room he got me must be one of those rooms that are no longer in use, he is such a jerk.
Now that I know West is home, I can go over to his place, he'll pay for my cab, I told the cab driver West's address, we drove off.
The driver is going so slowly, like he is scared of the road or something.
"Can't you drive any faster?"
"Do you want me to get into an accident? I can't go faster than this, seat back and enjoy the ride, the seats don't have thorns anyways."
"Is that the way to talk to people? You lack manners."
"Why don't you come teach me?"
"No problem, be at that shitty hotel by tomorrow 2:00pm, with a book and pen, I'll teach you manners and you'll learn it."
I retorted.
He pulled the car over abruptly.
"Why did you stop?"
"Get down from the car!!" He yelled.
"Don't you dare yell at me, who do you think you are?"
"The cab driver that's chasing you out if his car, now get out."
"I don't even know where I am, drop me at my destination please, I'm sorry if I said anything to offend you."
"Are you insane?"
"What!!! You're mad, you're crazy, I'm out of your damn car."
I got down with my bag.
"Pay me up." He demanded.
"You're out of your mind, I won't give you a dime."
"What's wrong with you? You have to pay me my money right now!!!" He yelled as he got out of the car.
"You must be stupid if you think I'll give you any money." He didn't Even bother to reply as he snatched my travelling back from me.
"Give me by bag back!!"
"Pay up first."
"Take me to where I want to go and I'll pay up!!!" I yelled back at his face, he is tall but not huge, he is slim, but he is a man, I'm sure he can take me on, I hate violence, any sort of it can give me flashbacks.
But when you start crossing the line.......
"Fine get in the car." He dropped my bag on the floor, I picked it up and got into the car.
This guy is a deranged psychopath. I pray I get to West safely.
My day just got from good to bad, what the hell, it's all because of that imbecile of a man, where do I go from here?