90. Angela woke up with a start and then sat down abruptly.
She screamed as she held her head because her head was killing her.
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” She said as she laid back down trying to will her mind to remember.
She had woken up with a memory of her saying things she shouldn’t have.
“Was it a dream?” She again wondered aloud and then opened her eyes slowly.
She looks around to see whether there was any water in the room because she felt parched.
There was a jug with water at the bed side table and she sat down slowly so as not to upset her aching head and took the water.
She chugged it down from the jug.
She was too thirsty to care looking for a glass.
She looked around the room and it didn’t seem familiar.
“Where is this and how did I get here?” She wondered aloud and then laid back on the bed again.
“Why can’t I remember anything?” She wondered again as she willed her head to stop aching.
She tried remembering but her memory refused to cooperate.
She pulled herself up and she obviously could tell that she was in a hotel and she went to the bathroom.
She opened the cabinet behind the mirror and like she had thought, they had aspirins there.
She took two and used water directly from the tap to swallow and then returned to bed.
She just wanted her head to stop aching so that she could look for her phone and call Andy to take her home.
At the thought of Andy, Angela felt a panic run across her chest but she had no idea why?
She decided that she will figure everything out once she gets home.
She closed her eyes and started meditating and she fell asleep again and when she woke up next, there was bang at the door.
That was what had woken her up.
Someone was banging on the door and she groaned but she was happy when she realized that her head wasn’t as painful anymore.
“Open up! Police!” A man’s voice yelled and that had Angela sitting up in a jiffy as she panicked.
Police?
Why?
Then, as if her memory was waiting for that jolt, everything started pouring back into her memory.
From when she picked Macy from the hotel, to her trying to drug Macy and how she ended up as the victim.
“And then…. And then…” she tried remembering but it was like there was a part of her memory that wasn’t working.
She heard the bang again and she decided that she wasn’t going to stay here and let the police find her.
Even though she couldn’t remember what happened, she knew for a fact that the police weren’t here for a friendly chat.
She could almost feel that all was not well though she didn’t know why.
She picked her clothes that had been placed neatly on the table and wore them very quickly.
There was also her purse but there was no phone inside.
She looked at the room and wondered how to get out without using the main door and then looked out the window.
She was in the third floor and she couldn’t jump that far.
She could tell that this was a small motel since this was the top most floor.
The bathroom was just a small room and didn’t have anywhere she could hide then she remembered something.
She held her shoes with her hands and then took her purse and entered the bathroom.
There, at the ceiling, was a hole.
The hole was big enough to fit a person and as if it was just made to save her, it wasn’t covered.
She looked around and put her shoes in the purse and then used the toilet seat to climb on the sink and then held the side of the board that had been cut to create the opening and hoisted herself up.
She could still hear the yells from outside and then felt a key slide into the key hole.
She knew that if she didn’t hurry, they would find her there and so, despite her hands feeling the strain and wanting to let go, she clenched her teeth and gave herself one good haul up.
She sighed wiht relief once she was inside but it was so dark that she didn’t know what else was there with her but she decided that it was better to be in the dark ceiling with evil spirits than being with the police.
She started moving in a random direction and since it wasn’t lighted, she hit herself severally in the trusses and she didn’t even cry out.
She knew that if she made any noise, someone might be alerted to the fact that there was someone there.
She didn’t know where she was going but she hoped that she would land in a room that didn’t have anyone in it and from there, she would plan an escape.
Why an escape though?
Why couldn’t she just walk out?
And why did she have to hide from the police?
Those were all the questions she was asking herself and she couldn’t answer.
She could tell by instinct that it was necessary that ni one saw her until she got home.
She didn’t even know where she was but the most important thing she could do was get out of there first.
She waked on her knees as she felt things with her hands and her eyes were finally getting acclimated to the darkness when she saw a beam of light not very far from where she was.
She was careful not to make any noise and she slowly crept there until she peeped when she came to the opening.
She looked and saw that the room looked like a utility room and she waited for a whole to make sure that no one was coming in and she slowly crept inside using the cabinets holding detergents, tissues and such things and she finally jumped to the floor.
She stayed there for a while as she caught her breath and tried to dust her clothes.
She them walked slowly to the small door and opened it a crack and peeped outside and there, on the corridor, were a lot of people gathered and they were speaking in low times and she couldn’t tell what they were saying.
She couldn’t thus go outside.
“Why am I hiding?” She asked herself in a whisper and she couldn’t answer herself.
She just knew that she needed to hide.
Her instincts told her to run and she felt like it was the right thing to do.
She waited and while waiting, she heard the door creak open and she panicked.
She wasn’t ready to be caught in here and she ducked behind a cupboard and waited.
“Ahhh, these rich people think that they can come here and leave the place all dirty.
They think we don’t know that they are just whoring with other people’s wives and children.
Can’t they take proper care of the rooms in consideration of the next person who would pick up after them?
No.
They have to throw everything everywhere including used unmentionables.
Gross!
And this company rarely buys gloves and Kimberly has to use her own money to take care of her health,” the woman complained with no one to answer.
At first, Angela had thought that she was talking to someone but when there were no answers, that’s when she dared a glance and realized that the woman was talking to herself as she replenished her trolley.
Even without a second thought, Angela took a bottle full of some substance she didn’t bother checking and smashed it on the woman’s head.
Kimberly didn’t know what hit her as she touched the back of her head and fell down.
Angel felt her necks dn the woman was still alive.
She then undressed her and took her uniform.
She then tied a scarf around her head and put on a mask.
She then wheeled the cart out and walked to the elevator.
No one cared to loon at a cleaning lady and Angela smiled when she pressed the button for the packing lot in the elevator.