Somehow, hearing my voice out loud makes me feel a little stronger, a little braver. Maybe it’s because sometimes, having anyone tell you they believe in you can give you the strength you need to move forward. Even if that someone is just yourself, sometimes it’s nice to hear. It’s nice to hear you can do it.
It’s nice to have someone tell you you’re strong.
“First, find a mechanic,” I say. Then I realize it’s nearly midnight. I imagine all the mechanics have gone home for the night. “Scratch that. Find a motel. In the morning, talk to the clerk. The clerk can help me find someone to fix my car.”
That’s it.
That’s what I’ll do.
I’ll find a motel. I’ll find a clerk. I’ll find a mechanic.
They’ll fix my car and then I’ll be on my merry way. Then everything will be okay and I’ll only be a little late to Hope’s place and then I can really start my new life without Jeremy, without stress, without any problems.
I’ll be able to start my life.
My legs are aching and my throat is dry. I wish I’d thought to grab a water bottle. I’ve been walking for close to an hour and sleeping in the ditch is starting to seem like a viable option, but then I finally spot some lights.
There are only a couple of lights visible at first, but soon there are more and more, and I reach the edge of a small town.
“Wolfe City,” I read the sign. “Cute name.” I mean, it’s the kind of name that makes me think this is going to be a ghost town overrun by wolves, but it’s cute. I pass a couple of houses before I find the main street. The street lights are bright and the town seems to be well-lit. It’s quiet, and I’m guessing everyone is asleep, but I should be able to find my way around.
There’s a small grocery store and a general merchandise store, along with a couple of fast food chains. I walk past them and finally find what I’m looking for: a little run-down building with the word MOTEL flashing in front.
I approach the building warily and push open the door. A little bell jingles and the scent of must and mold wafts to my nose. It’s an older building, but it’s just for one night.
Hopefully.
Oh, I really, really hope it’s only for one night.
“Hello,” the clerk says when I walk in. She looks me up and down and then, if I’m not mistaken, she sniffs the air. Oh damn, do I smell bad? I walked for a long time. I’m probably sweaty and gross by now. “Can I help you?” She cocks her head to the side, waiting for me to say something.
“Um, yes, do you have any rooms available?”
“You want a room?” She looks surprised, as if that was the last thing she was expecting me to say.
“Yeah, I mean, yeah. Isn’t this a motel? I mean, um,” I stumble over the words, completely flustered, until she smiles and laughs and waves her hand.
“Calm down, honey. It’s just that we don’t get too many out-of-towners here. I figured you were looking for directions. Of course we’ve got a room. Just one night?”
“Yeah,” I say, breathing a sigh of relief.
“I’ll need to see your ID, and it’ll be $42.50 for the evening. Cash or credit is fine.”
I fish my driver’s license out of my pocket and hand it over, along with my credit card. I do have a little cash, but I want to save it for emergencies. Then again, I think this technically qualifies as an emergency.
The woman starts whistling as she bustles around, copying my ID and filling out something on her computer.
“So what brings you to Wolfe City?” She asks.
“Oh, I’m actually on my way to Honeypot,” I tell her. Maybe I shouldn’t admit my final destination. Maybe I shouldn’t be telling a stranger where I’m going, but something about this woman seems calming, trustworthy. She’s older than me, probably around forty or so, and she has a gentle smile.
“Honeypot?” She looks up at me in surprise. “Why?”
“I’m going to go stay with my friend for a little while.”
“Oh,” she nods. “Boy trouble?”
“Something like that. My car broke down, though, so I’m here.” I motion to the room. “You don’t happen to know a good mechanic, do you?”