Her Three Kings {Volturi Kings}

Chapter Five

It wasn't until she was several blocks away that Lily felt safe enough to stop. She pulled the phone out carefully, pleased to find that while it was still warm, she could hold it comfortably. She was not pleased to discover that the phone wasn't working however. Shit. Shit. Shit. She didn't have any numbers memorized except John's. She was burnt and bleeding and she only had so long before the adrenaline gave out and she lost it completely. Her hands were already shaking violently. Think, Lily. Think.

There was one thing she could try. She lowered the block that kept Alice from seeing her. Hopefully, her favorite pixie would have a vision that would tell her family she needed help. First things first, she needed a hotel. She slid her tank top back on before stepping onto the street. Her gaze fell on a Doubletree sign just up the road. She walked hoping the rain would wash enough of the remnants of the fight away they wouldn't think twice about renting her a room.

She paused before entering the hotel and pulled out the jacket John kept in his bag. After slipping it on, she zipped it up, hoping it would cover the remaining evidence of her fight. The lobby was empty when she stepped inside and she made a beeline to the desk.

"I need a room, please," she said, her voice rough. She pulled her wallet out of her bag and slid over her credit card and the ID that said she was 18. A precaution for emergencies Lily had never appreciated until this moment.

She gave answers without paying attention to the questions, just wanting the solitude of her room.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" the concierge asked as he handed her the key.

"Yeah. Long night. Listen could you a make a note if anyone by the name of Cullen or Hale inquires that they can have the room number and a key? Family coming to rescue me from a shitty boyfriend. I'm not sure which of them will show." She met his gaze then for the first time. Sympathy shone in his expression.

"Of course. Can I get you anything else?"

She shook her head and gave a little wave before following his directions to the elevator. Her room was on the twelfth floor. She pushed the button for her floor then leaned against the side of the car as her legs started to shake. She was almost there. Blood ran down the back of her arm and she cradled it against her stomach to keep it from running out of the sleeve and dripping to the floor. She didn't want to leave a trail to her room. The last thing she needed was anyone she didn't know coming to check on her.

Finally, she made it to her room. She dropped everything just inside the door and stumbled across the room to the phone. She grabbed it from the table and sat on the floor with it, staring at the number for direct calls to the room. She hadn't made a decision other than the one to stare at the phone but maybe Alice would pick up on it anyway. She just kept thinking of the pixie, praying it would work.

Ten minutes later the phone rang. Lily took a breath before answering. It was either her family or the front desk telling her the police would like to speak to her. "'lo?"

"Lily?" Carlisle.

"Thank fuck." Her words were slurred. She sounded drunk.

"What is going on, sweetheart? Alice could only tell that you were in trouble and going to the Doubletree and then this phone number. Where's your dad?"

Her teeth were chattering and her jaw felt tight. She wasn't sure how much she could get out. "Dead." One word followed by a loud sob was enough to get the point across she supposed.

"Shit. Are you alright? Of course you're not. Are you injured?" His voice was heavy with worry.

"Yeah. Burns. Cuts." To be honest, she couldn't give a better inventory than that. She hadn't done an assessment of her injuries and she was beyond that now. "Doesn't matter."