Chapter Thirteen

"You look good." My attendant friend, Sandy, smiled at me. When she got to where I was at the canteen of the hotel.
"Lol, Thank you ma'am."
"So, tell me dear. Have you decided if you want to live with me?" She pulled a seat closer and sat on it.
I gazed at her. Pretty make-up with bright red lipstick. Short permed hair, dainty eyes, rosy cheeks. Yet something told me not to trust her, not to believe her words. Not to leave with her.
"I'm still thinking ma'am." I swallowed the mouthful of rice pudding, and scooped another with my spoon. I was really hungry.
"You seem really famished." She giggled. "You and I know that you aren't safe here, but if you insist, I will let you be. I don't want to make it seem like I'm forcing you to come live with me. "
"I will see you around then, bye." She stood up from the stool seat, pushed it to its position and pulled her blazer down. She was an extremely beautiful woman. And somehow, I craved to call her mother. The attention she was giving to me, without seeming to want anything in return made me wonder if that was how it really felt to have a mom.
"Be good." I heard her black heels as she marched farther away from me, my heart longed for her, my soul called out to her, but my spirit was not sure to trust her. Her ash colored pants, the red shirt, and the black blazer all looked excellent on her.
"Mom." I whispered.
"Did you call me?" She turned to look at me.
"No!" I nodded, and began to scoop my rice into my mouth.
"Alright, then." I watched her until she disappeared into thin air.
"You made the right decision not going with her." It was the guy from yesterday, who was identified to be Peter Mack's son, and a mafia gangster.
"You!" He still looked every inch as attractive as he did yesterday.
"Yes, me!" He sat without being asked to, and placed his hand on the table. Using it to support his jaw. He watched me scoop spoon after spoon, without saying a word. I didn't say a word either. I was too hungry to chit chat.
Five minutes passed, and I was still eating. When I finally felt satisfied, I lifted my face from the table, and pushed the plate away. "What do you want this time?"
"My dad, your dad, and the whole gang will be here in, say…" he shifted his gaze from me to his left hand, where a gold watch was. "Ten minutes."
"Okay…" I couldn't believe another drama, just like the one that happened with Peter Mack was happening. And this boy had saved me from my father yesterday. He helped me to hear what they were saying about me. He might be telling the truth.
"Well, they are coming for you." His hand was still on his jaw, he said this so calmly. "They are coming to uhhm, kidnap you." He laughed, his facial expressions remained unchanged, his tone indifferent.
"How would they succeed? This hotel is so big. I could be anywhere. I mean, how would they get past security?" He laughed again. Took another glance at his watch and announced, "six minutes more."
"But how would they know where to find me?" Hot tears were beginning to find expression on my cheeks. "What do I do, Keddy?" My breathing became Very uncomfortable. Couldn't I have a few minutes alone without any drama? No one told me being an adult had to be dreadful.
"Two options. Go with the lesbian hoe or come with me."
"Who do you call a lesbian hoe?" I stood up ready to either go with him, or the attendant. It wasn't right of him to call her names. Although I didn't trust her, I felt a nudge in my spirit to defend her, but I couldn't.
"The lady that left your table just now." I stared at him, but said nothing. My thoughts were kept to myself instead.
"Where do we go from here?" I asked him.
"To my base. You'll see."
I stood transfixed, yesterday's scene played out in my head. Was I about to fall for the same trick, twice? That'd be foolishness on my own side.
"Coming or not?" He was headed for the door, without waiting to know if I'd follow. I stood watching until he left the door. I went to the reception, asked for a pen and paper and scribbled words in capital on the paper. "I'M AT BASE, SAVE ME IF NEED BE." I added my contact number to it, and handed it to the receptionist. "Please give it to the pretty attendant, I really can't recall her name."
"You mean the lady with permed hair?" I nodded. "That's the owner of the hotel."
I had no time to ask any questions, Keddy was paddling down the path that Peter Mack and I had gone yesterday, I could see him through the glass window. And I was in a hurry to catch up with him. I wasn't sure if I was making the right decision, but it was only a matter of time before I found out.