I walked down the hall of our hotel in Montreal. I knocked on the door to room 412. Tyler opened the door. I saw Asher in the room, lounging on the bed. I walked in and flopped down on Tyler's bed. I was rooming with Nick. Matt was with Jessyca, and Sawyer was in a single. The Black Ones had taken over the search to give us rest.
"You look like hell," Tyler remarked as he sat down on Asher's bed. A football game was on the TV.
"No, really?" I asked. Nick had gone to make a food run. "Any news?" Asher grabbed his phone from the nightstand and scrolled through his messages.
"Nope," he replied. My phone had died. It was charging in my room.
"That's a good thing," I said and laid back.
"How is that a good thing?" Asher asked.
"We can get some rest before we kill him," I replied and put my hands behind my head.
"Whatever you say."
"Touchdown," Tyler muttered.
We fell silent. Outside, it was hailing. I listened to it pound against the window, threatening to break the glass. I wouldn't, though. It was "bullet proof", as the manager had said when Ben interrogated him. I didn't believe him, though. Nothing was truly bullet proof.
I sat up and walked across the room, stuffing my hands into my pockets as I watched the hail bounce off the ground in the parking lot, visible from a street light. Montreal wasn't asleep. People were still out, moving quickly through the streets. I didn't think they went to sleep. Alex had said that he knew some people there…after all, it was where he was from. He said there was a lot of parties, at least the people from his school partied all weekend, he'd said.
I ran a hand through my hair and turned. I leaned against the window sill. I could go to sleep just standing there. I needed to eat first, though. I was functioning on caffeine since Nick had wanted to get there in a day and then immediately we started looking. I'd just got in and was exhausted. Asher and Tyler had come in to call Alex. Jessyca came in because she started to get on Matt's nerves, Sawyer escorted her, and then it was just the three of us, like it used to be.
"You aren't going to pass out on us, are you?" Tyler asked as he rolled over onto his back. I gave him a look. "Just checking."
"Yeah, if you do, we're just going to leave you there, you realize that, don't you?" Asher asked. I rolled my eyes. They were…different. Someone knocked on the door that adjoined to the Asher and Tyler's.
"No one's naked in there, are they?" Jessyca asked, already stepping in with Sawyer behind her.
"Um, no, but what if we had been?" Tyler asked.
"I'd have to rip my eyeballs out," she replied smoothly. Sawyer sat down next to Tyler, both of their attention going to the football game on TV. "Where's Nick?"
"Food run. He didn't tell you?" I asked as I sunk down into a chair in the corner. Jessyca situated herself on Tyler's bed.
"Shower," she replied, kicking off her…boot things. She stretched out. "You all should get a shower too. In case you didn't realize, you kind of stink."
"That would be Jareth. We've already showered," Asher said with a smirk.
"I just got in," I argued. He shrugged.
"Well…you stink, boy," Jessyca said. "I'll let you use some of my hot fudge body wash."
"I'm good," I replied and stood. A shower did sound good. "Don't kill anyone while I'm gone."
I left the room and walked across the hall to my room. I flipped on the lights. Our stuff was still where the…whoever brings luggage up…had put it. Right in the middle of the floor. I found my duffel bag and put it on the bed by the window, rummaging for a pair of shorts and a shirt. I pulled them out and walked to the thermostat. It was fifty six. I'd better turn it up. The cleaners would be suspicious in the morning.
I walked into the bathroom, the tile cool against my feet. I flipped on the light and shut the door. I pulled off my shirt and muddy jeans and dumped them into a pile and turned the shower on cold. The hot would just make me feel like I was burning. The cold felt good, warm almost. It matched my body temperature.
I let the water soak into my skin. I provided relief to all the stress and I felt my muscles loosen up. Maybe all I had needed was a shower. A shower, though, couldn't solve the problems we had, however. There was no cure for it. There was nothing to do for it. We had to deal with it and move on. That was the only thing that would work. Just to deal with it.
I turned off the water and got out. As I pulled my clothes on, I heard Nick and Matt come in the room. A second later, the smell of the food they'd brought drifted into the bathroom. I walked out into the bedroom dressed in a pair of shorts and took the burger Nick held out to me.
"Warning: they taste like shit, but it's all I could find," Nick said as he sat down at the table in the room. I sat on the bed while Matt took the other seat.
"I don't think my stomach will care," I replied and took a bite of it. It didn't taste the greatest, but it would do for what I needed it for.
"Neither do I," Matt said. I turned on the TV to fill the silence. The heater wasn't making it seem like there wasn't an elephant in the room. I turned it onto a movie station.
I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the image of my mom when I told her I needed to get away. I hadn't had any other choice. I needed to be with the pack. She was devastated, of course, but she needed to hear it. John and Ben were going to tell her, one day, they said. She needed to know, they kept saying. I didn't want to tell her. I didn't want to be the one to tell her that I'd been lying to her for the past year about where I've gone.
I lay there in the dark and ran a hand through my hair. In the room next door, Tyler or Asher had left the TV on or they were still up. They'd probably just fallen asleep. The heater kicked on and outside the wind howled as it snowed. Beside me, Nick was silent. He was asleep, I could tell. I needed to go to sleep too, but I couldn't. something was keeping me up.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand to see if Alex or someone had texted me. Alex had sent me a long, detailed message about what he had done. I think Nick should have specified more what he mean when he told Alex to give him a summary of the day. I didn't want to read about Alex eating, going to the bathroom, watching TV. All I needed to know was if it had been a good day or if anything major had happened.
I heard one of the Black Ones go into their room. Just one. Probably the prophecy chick. She wasn't their strong fighter. Hell, she was barely even strong. She was there to predict the future, and to keep that one boy at bay. That was all she could do for them. The rest depended on the others.