Chapter Eleven

"Hello, dear." I looked up, expecting another interesting, yet life threatening episode to unfold. But instead, it was the pretty attendant.
"Is everything okay, dear?" She bent to a squatting position near me, the red bodycon dress she was slaying, now revealed her hot laps.
"I guess." I threw another pebble into the pool.
"It's wrong to throw stuff in the pool dear." She said this with a big smile. "You have been here for a really long time, don't you want to go somewhere else? and maybe have some fun." She crossed her arms around my neck. "I could show you to all the exciting places in the hotel if you want, there are a lot of other places that aren't the pool. Especially because you aren't even swimming."
"No, thank you, but I'm fine." I began to displace the water with my leg, since she said it was wrong to throw the pebbles into it.
"What about your mother?" The black heels she was wearing got splashed by some of the water.
"Fine, I guess."
"You guess?" She wore a frown. "Tell me, Cammie. What is going on?"
I sighed. Maybe she would be of help to me if I told her what was going on, or maybe she was yet another gangster but with a decent job.
"Cammie?" She gave me a reassuring smile. And nodded lightly. "You can trust me, dear. What is the matter, what is going on?"
"My father!" I got out of the water slowly, still unsure if I wanted to say more. I drained my skin with the towel, and my hair too.
She waited patiently. She had straightened from her former position, and was beginning to stretch her body. She threw her legs forth and back, in a bid to get the blood flowing. While I busied myself with drying my body.
"Camilla." She looked up at me. I was taller than she was, despite the heels. "What about your father?"
"He is a pedophile!" I blurted, tears rolled down my cheeks. My chest was burning with emotions. "He has done it so many times." I swallowed, it enabled me to keep speaking. "He is planning to get me from this hotel, and keep me somewhere. And in his own words, keep having me to himself. I don't know how, but he is coming for me. If you can, please help me!" I leaned closer, and laid my head on her shoulder.
"Do you mean, Peter Mack?" She asked calmly. She appeared unmoved by my sad story.
"No! I lied to you. Actually that's another story." I was beginning to calm down, the weight on my chest felt lighter. "Peter Mack isn't my father." My neck was hurting because I was leaning so low.
"Does your mother know any of this?" She patted my back. So I would stop whimpering.
"I don't know, but my father told me she is dead."
"Wow!" That part seemed to get to her sober. She nodded sadly. " I am sorry you had to go through any of this, but It's fine. You are safe here for now."
"No, I'm not!" I withdrew my head from her body. "I am not safe. He was in my hotel room today, I don't know how he got in."
"Who?" She raised her left arched and full brow.
"My father! He knows I'm here, he is monitoring me, he can come back whenever he pleases, he can do whatever he wants to me."
"That's okay, we will play the CCTV cameras and track him down. Do you have any idea if he is a mafia gangster?"
I nodded yes, "Turns out he is."
"Do you have any idea what his gang name is?"
I stared into thin space. "Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters." I spelt the words out like it was written in the air.
"Whaaaat!" She yelled. "That's one of the worst gangs in the city. Very dangerous, and heartless people. They are known predominantly as pedophiles." That explains it. "Do you know what he identifies as in the gang?"
"Uhhm, purple whale, or something like that."
"That name sounds familiar. Wait a minute…" She cupped her mouth with her hands. "Do you mean, blue whale?" I nodded. "Come with me, I know just what to do."
Chapter twelve
She held my hand, and we marched to the reception of the hotel.
"Camilla, have a seat." She pointed to a long bench seat at the dark end of the reception. I sat without arguing.
"What were you saying, did you really mean it when you said he was in your hotel room today?" I nodded.
"But we can't find any footage of your hotel room that proves he was there." There was a PC in front of her, she held onto the mouse, her gaze on the monitor.
"Nothing here shows that you weren't alone. In fact, we can't find any videos from today."
"Huh?" I raised my thin brow.
"I'm surprised too." She clicked multiple times on the mouse, a frown on her face. She divided her attention between the monitor and the keyboard.
She was typing fast. "Uhhm, Camilla." She looked at me with awe. "The camera in your hotel room has been hacked."
"What do we do?" I wasn't so surprised. My once beloved father had displayed so much of his true colors, I would believe anyone who told me he was a murderer, a highway robber, or a thief.
"I don't know dear. Maybe, you should come with me to my house?" She shrugged.
Go with her to her house? My facial expressions changed to nervous, and displeased. Sweet of her to offer. But in this city, I don't trust myself. Talk less of trusting her, just on account of "one kind act."
"I will think about it, ma'am. Thanks for offering. You have done so much already."
"Alright, Cammie. I guess this is goodbye?"
"I will see you around." I waved at her, and standing from the bench chair, I ran up to my hotel room.
What a day!
I locked the door to the hotel room, and then the window; although it seemed impossible for anyone to get in through the window, since my hotel room was on the third floor. Next, I searched the wardrobe, under the bed, the bathroom, and the closets. Everywhere was empty.
"Alright." I said to myself. "No one is here now, so I wonder how he will get in." I made for my bed, and fell on it.
I retrieved one of the magazines in the bedside drawer, and turned page after page trying to distract myself from what was going on. My father did say he was coming for me, didn't he?
He was going to make me his own.
Maybe he would change the initial game plan and abduct me.
Or he would stick to the plan, and do it by slowly making me love him, and believe in him.
I sighed, and tossed the book far from me. I couldn't get myself to read, or think of anything else. Every sound I heard made me jolt, and look around me in fear. All I could hear was the sound of silence, yet I was terrified by it.
"Camilla!" I said to myself. "You can do this. You are an adult already, you can fight him. And his stupid gang." I doubted my own voice, I knew I wasn't making sense, but I kept speaking the words I didn't believe in myself.
I didn't sleep a wink, till it was well past two am. I guess I got bored of thinking about the same thing over and over again in more scary ways, so I fell asleep.
The next morning, I was woken by a knock on the door. I rubbed my heavy eyes. My head felt heavy too. I didn't sleep enough.
The knock came again, but I was unwilling to open the door. Whoever it was, would probably go away after a few minutes, or when he gets bored. Either way, the knock would have to stop.
Well, I was right. After a long time of ear taunting knocks, the anonymous person stopped knocking.
My tummy reacted in a painful manner, half an hour after I was up. I couldn't bear the hunger, nor the pain. My stomach was biting me so badly, I needed to eat something if I wasn't going to pass out. Only then did I realize that I had nothing to eat nor drink, the whole of yesterday.
I think my period was going to come too, because the pain I felt was beyond what hunger would cause.
Whoever was knocking had left a long while ago, but I was still unwilling to stand from my bed. When I finally did, I headed to the bathroom, freshened up and got dressed in the same outfit I was wearing on my birthday. The red polo, jeans and sneakers.
I took my father's credit card and my phone which was everything I had come to the hotel with. I didn't realize I was getting ready for my last day at the hotel, but my new host did.