Chapter Seven: Compromise.(Part one)

Chapter Seven.

Compromise.

Elliott.

Something bright and annoying was shining into my face, something I wanted to murder.

I let out a small moan and rolled over, stretching. I let my eyes flutter open, still feeling very drowsy. I blinked a few times to clear my eyes before looking across my bedroom at the clock.

Wait a second…. my bedroom didn’t have bare concrete walls and cobwebs

Panic  thumped through me as I stared around, unsure of where I was. The walls were drab with no paint job and colonies of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and clinging to the walls unlike the annoying bright peeling yellow paint of my converted motel room

The deep red afghan rug that laid on the old and slightly colourless linoleum floor was different to my puke coloured thread bare carpet. An