All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain.
Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desp...
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Chapter 2 : Madelyn Monday, July 12th, 2021
Knowing a hotel is probably my best option, I pull over to the side of the road. I was scrolling on Google when James Arthur's, Say You Won't Let Go, came on the radio. Yeah, it's a bit too soon for that.
Switching the station, I continue my search in trying to find a place within my price range.
Glancing at the dial, I see that it's only 12:00. I definitely have some time to kill, so I decide to drive around town and find some places to post my business cards.
As a photographer, it wasn't always the easiest to get clients, and the fact that I'm new to New York doesn't help either. Now that I'm living on my own, I'm going to need as many projects as I can get.
For the rest of the day, I find myself walking around town, busying myself with some of the shops and boutiques. Thankfully, my afternoon manages to pass by smoothly, and I've been able to find a couple of boards to post my cards on. I took advantage of as many distractions as I could in an attempt to resist the impending urge to break down into tears. I know Noah was bad for me. I really do. Unfortunately, that realization doesn't make the ache in my heart any easier.
But now, as I stand in the parking lot of this quiet, serene hotel, I'm struggling to contain what I have tried so hard to push down today. Pure and utter sadness.
I know the second I walk behind the closed door of a hotel room, I will lose my composure, but I can't avoid my emotions any longer. The sun was setting and soon New York would be blanketed in a sheet of darkness, forcing me to face the containment of my own thoughts.
Going into the building, I move over to the front desk where a kind lady is working. After paying for a single person bedroom, I find myself in an elevator that takes me up to the second floor. With my key card and duffel bag in hand, I walk down the narrow hallway, looking at each door I pass.
141, 143, 145, 147, 149... 155. That would be me.
Fuck, I'm so not ready for this yet.
Knowing I could put it off no longer, I opened the door that took me into a small, but suitable room.
Switching on the light, I'm able to get a clear view of the place I'll be staying in for the next few days.
Centered below a large painting was a rectangular, plush bed that looked like it was made of clouds. The dark wooden frame matched the knee height table beside it, with two additional chairs for seating. Opposite to the wall of my bed was built in shelves where a small television was placed.
Damn, this single room was nicer than my entire house. Or old house I guess. The feature that really caught my attention however was the entire back wall that was lined with floor to ceiling windows. It was truly breathtaking.
