WANTED

Chapter 9

I jerked awake breathing heavily as I looked to my left and right realizing I was still in the airplane.

That had to be the most horrible dream I've had. It felt so real, like I was really in a cell with someone telling how he'll soon find me.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, I put my head between my hands, I just couldn't explain how relieved I am that it was just a nightmare, leaning my head back on the chair, I let a breath through my mouth.

After few more hours of flying, we finally made it to London. I had to pick London for a reason and besides I was catching another flight early next morning, I knew soon enough my dad would realize what I've done and would have a search party looking for me, so my save route is to come to London, then rest for the night, tomorrow morning I'll be on my way to a different country.

A lot of people knew me in NewYork airport, it would take just a few calls to find me, I couldn't risk that.

I went to take my bag and complete the other necessary things I needed to do before leaving the airport.

What I needed to do right now is to find a cheap hotel and rest my tired bones. With that in mind, I head out of the airport.

Hailing a taxi, I told him to take me to the cheapest hotel nearest to the airport because I needed to come back for my morning flight. " I know just the right place ma'am" he told me...." Well, that's good, just take me there" I said.

In my current state I was too tired to even talk.

Getting into the back seat of the car, we drove off, I just kept looking at the window of the car, as I watch the building, trees, and street lights move as we drove pass them.

In few minutes, the taxi dropped in front of a hotel, for a cheap hotel, the place looked stayable if that was even a word because right now, with how I was feeling, I didn't even have the energy to distinguish what was right or wrong I was too exhausted.

Thanking the driver,I paid him leaving him a fair tip.

Taking my bag I made my way inside the hotel.

I spotted the receptionist behind her desk as I made my way towards the reception.

Greeting the receptionist, I asked for a room for the night which she gave me a key with the room number ninety six as I made my payment. Thanking her, I made my way to the room as per her direction.

Spotting the room with the number ninety six, I made my way to it, then looking left and right I opened the door then stepped in closing the door behind me. You couldn't blame me for being paranoid, I mean I have a reason, not when since I left NewYork it felt like a ghost has been following me.

I stripped off the clothes I was wearing and made my way to the bathroom. I needed a good bath after all the jumping, running and shooting I had done the previous day.

I got into the shower and turned it on as the water ran down my exhausted body and I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of the water on my body.

I washed my body with the soap the hotel provide and after washing off the sweat on my body I again used the shampoo the hotel provided to wash my hair.

Feeling clean enough I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body and one on my head to dry my hair.

I went back to the room to call for room service, first I was starving...it felt like I haven't eaten in years, secondly I needed my clothes washed I didn't have any other clothes to wear. Picking up the phone by the bed side table, I called for room service.