LXVII
LXVII
I ran my palm across my face as I paced up and down the enclosed space of our tiny apartment, I must say it is so different from the hotel room.
"Wait, what do you mean that's the name of the hotel you slept in?" Mariana shrieked.
"That's the exact one." I tell her, exasperated I plop down on the floor.
God please, let nothing happen to the man.
"Not to worry though, his M.O has been just men so far.
That made me jump to my feet. Eyes wide as I stared at James.
"What did you say? Whose what is guys?"
James cleared her throat before speaking. As if she thought I couldn't hear her because of her voice or something.
"The serial killer only takes guys, so you are safe. Plus you're here a day early, which we will discuss later. But unless you had a penis instead of a vagina, and you were at Miami, I don't know why you are panicking."
I collapsed against the wall. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest as I imagined a serial killer taking Kennedy.
I collect my phone from my bag and dial his number, it didn't ring. It said call failed.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Would you tell us what is going on?" Mariana asked as she stood in front of me, halting my pacing. I tried his number once again, still the same results.
I almost smash my phone across the room.
"I met Kennedy there." Was the response I could give without feeling like I was going to cry. Like the ugly type.
"The sexiest man alive from the club?"
"The hunk of sexy?"
Both of them asked at the same time.
I nod.
"You truly are one lucky bitch." James commented as she sighed.
"We stayed at Lakeview hotel, I came back alone this morning, he's still there." As soon as I say the words I feel hollow.
"Christ." James muttered.
"For some reason the calls aren't going through and I don't know what to think." I tell them.
"Shit, I'll find out some more and bring them to you. " James said as she started out of the apartment.
Then she turned back to look at me,
"I'm extremely glad you're alive, welcome back home."
She didn't give me a chance to say anything else before she slipped through the door.
"You have his friend's number?"
I turn to face Mariana.
"Did he travel alone?!"
I shook my head no as I scrolled the contacts on my phone. The only number I had was his, I never really thought we had gotten to the stage where we exchange numbers with other people.
"You can try calling the hotel, maybe they can help."
"You're a genius Mariana." I tell her as I find the number of the hotel on their website.
"Found it!" I say as I start to call.
"It's ringing." I inform her. She inched close to me so I put the phone on speaker.
It seems I was shaking from nervousness or fear because she placed her hand over my shoulders, in a bid to keep me calm.
"Hello this is Lakeview hotel in Miami, what can I do for you?"
"Uhm, there's.. uhm my friend logded there since on Friday, him and his friends. After hearing the news, I wanted to know if he was okay."
The receptionist sighed, I knew what that receptionist felt, as a fellow receptionist, so many callers must have asked the same or similar questions. But it's her job, she had to do it.
"The hotel has been evacuated today and the hotel is under lockdown, I'm sure your husband is safe, thank you for calling. Good bye."
Before I could put a word in, she hung up. But that didn't bother me.
The case was that serious that they put the hotel out of business for a few days. Shivers ran down my spine.
"He could be on a plane coming back here. After a few hours you can try again, I'm sure he would pick up the phone by then."
A few hours did go by, albeit slow as fuck. But the call didn't go through. I was worrying out of my mind. God. Why didn't I tell him I was leaving in the first place? I legit did a walk of shame and ran away. And now this had to happen.
"What really happened between the two of you? Why did you run away?" Mariana peered into my face as she asked.
I brush my hand across my face as splotches of red appeared, even when I was worried out of my mind I still got embarrassed whenever I remember last night.
"I told him before that we should take things slow, that I felt we were rushing. In the end, it was me who still came into him after drinking this delicious alcohol."
I explain, after all she is my best friend. We were bound to explain things to one another.
"You didn't bring the alcohol for me?"
I frown,
"Not the point."
"You were drunk, your hormones were haywire, besides that guy is a walking sexy. He probably makes every woman cream just by looking at them. It's his fault here. Who told him to look irresistible? You only succumbed to what your body wants. It's not you, it's him."
I laugh. This is what best friends were for. Put the blame on other people but you.
"I know right? You should have seen him that night, he looked so.. delicious." I say wistfully.
"Even more delicious than delicious alcohol?"
I nod as the two of us burst into another fit of laughter.
James burst through the door of our apartment, she was always doing that.
"I found something!! The guy that was killed, I found stuff about him. While, first he's white, with brown hair, he's 30, and he was from Alabama. I saw his family post about bringing justice."
That could be anyone as I didn't even know where in particular Kennedy was from.
"He's name was Clyde Frank."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It wasn't him, he was not a victim of some serial killer. He didn't die.
"Call him again." Mariana nudged me with her elbow.
I quickly find his number. I had saved it with Hunky then a bunch of muscle emoji and flames. I must have resaved it when I was still drunk. But I wasn't changing it, it described him.
Call failed. Again. This time, my heart jumped into my mouth.
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