Blake is a teenage runaway who finds a job at a haunted motel in the middle nowhere. In each room someone has either been murdered, or has committed suicide.
As the new maid she is cleaning up murders scenes, interacting with vengeful spirits, and h...
Ow, everything hurts. My head feels like it's full of cotton balls. I blink my brown eyes open, staring up at a ceiling. I try to sit up, but I'm buried under a mountain of blankets, and under dead weight.
"Oh," I crane my sore head to see Chester looking down me. The tall guy is squished into my daybed, his arms and long legs tangled all over me. "You're awake." Chester finishes, his brown hair messy.
"Does your head hurt?" He immediately fires, softly running his finger tips across my forehead, really waking me up.
"A little. Every thing is a little fuzzy." I answer. His green eyes darken a little, giving my head a concerned look.
"I'm sorry." Chester breathes.
"What for? I don't remember you slapping me with a fish." I joke, trying to cheer him up.
"I didn't catch you, that's why you were knocked out." He says, his voice tight.
"You can't beat gravity, Chester" I say, shifting in the heap of blankets till I'm facing him, nose to nose. "I fell." I shrug, but Chester's face just knots up like he has really bad cramps. His sad face makes my stomach drop.
"I should have caught you. We should have been more careful, I-"
"Should, should, should, should, shit." I cut him off, tapping my knuckles against his pink lips.
"It wasn't your fault, Chester. It was a freak accident." I press.
"This is the second time you got hurt, the first time Benny almost did, and you only been working here a week." Chester says, dragging himself out of my bed. In his absence I feel myself fumble after him, my head aching because I got up to fast.
"So, I won't clean the motel for a while. Mason will figure out what's wrong with the motel's bad mojo, and everything will be fine." I say, stepping closer to him.
"Ghosts aren't that simple, Blake." Chester sighs, pacing the tiny laundry room. "They're angry, really angry. They're going to continue to lash out, and they could kill you." Chester states. "We're lucky you didn't crack your head open." He adds lowly, his green eyes glaring at my forehead.
"So, what are you going to do?" I ask, my chest tightening. He's really upset, its making me anxious. Chester stops pacing, giving a look that makes me very uneasy.
"You're fired." I check to see if the floor is still there, because I feel like it fell out from under my feet.
"What?" I breathe, looking up at him. Chester's grin is nowhere in sight, his face pale just like mine.
"You're fired." My mouth drops. My chest rises and falls with anxious huffs. He took everything away, if I'm fired I'm back on the streets. I haven't even gotten my first paycheck yet.
"Don't fire me, Chester, if you take this job away from me I won't have anything." My voice is tight, and wobbly. I feel tears sting the back of my eyes, I'm going to be homeless again. Holy crap, I'm losing everything, again.
"Again?" Chester asks.
"You don't get to read my mind while firing me!" I exclaim, panic slowly rising to the surface. Holy crap, I going to be sleeping outside again, I'm going to be scraping change off the ground to eat again, shit.
"Blake-" Chester starts but his voice dies when my tears finally slip free down my cheek.
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"Please don't cry, this way you'll be safe." Chester mumbles, looking down at his feet. My tongue feels like it weighs a thousand pounds in my mouth, I can't talk, all I can do is just stand there and cry like an idiot.
He's taking everything away, and I didn't even follow up on my feelings.
"What?" Chester asks, his green eyes burning right through me. "What did you just think? What feelings, Blake?" Chester steps closer to me, making my throat swell. I can't say anything, so I think it. There's no point in not telling him, he's not my boss anymore, I'm fired.
I like you, I really like you. I like you more than a friend since the moment I walked into that filthy lobby.
Chester rushes forward, cupping my face, and swoops down.
"Chester-" I suddenly find my voice, speaking up in shock. But I'm cut off by Chester's lips pressing hard against mine. I gasp against his mouth, but rise up on my tippy toes to kiss him back.
Chester moves his mouth firmly against mine, one hand sliding down my back, making me arch into him. I feel long fingers slide into my belt loops, and pull me against him. I kiss him hard, loving the feel of mouth against mine, and my hands grips his shoulders like I'll die if I don't hold onto him. I feel his big hands grip onto my thighs, lifting me up to his level and my legs wrap around his waist.
I pull away for air, hearing my heart pounding my ears.
"Am I still fired?" Chester's green eyes darken again, that sad gaze making my chest tighten. I push at him shoulders till he lowers me.
"Blake..." I don't answer as I hurriedly stuff the little things I own into my backpack. I'm homeless and heartbroken.
"Blake, please don't be mad at me." Chester begs, as I rush out of the room.
"You'll be safe this way!" He calls after me. "Let me at least give you money!" Chester fishes out his wallet, but I rush out of the apartment.
