My Life - Chapter Nine

We stood there, looking at each other, completely dumfounded.
“Do you know what room?” I asked, hoping for that piece of key information.
“Yes, 3B, the next floor.”
“Well what are we waiting for?” We all glanced at each other and smiled. Rosen lunged for his bag. It had various ropes and duct tape, along with his gun. It had a silencer on, with one round of shots. We devised a plan that Lucian would guard the door, making sure nobody got in or out of Mitchel’s hotel room. I would scope the room, closing the room off to everyone else so nobody could catch us. Olivia and Rosen would both make their father pay. I didn’t particularly want to see them blow his brains out, but for the sake of our sanity, it had to be done.

“Robyn, you’re the only one he doesn’t know. You need to knock on the door; otherwise he’ll recognise our voices.” Rosen whispered his warm breath into my ear.
“What do I say?” I tried to stay calm, but I was panicking inside.
“Just say something like housekeeping or room service?” Olivia suggested.
I nodded, and positioned myself in front of the door. I took a deep breath, and knocked on the door three times, “Housekeeping,”
I heard rustling inside the room, then a loud shout, “It’s open.”
I turned to face Rosen, and nodded. He swung the door open, Olivia and I followed. Lucian stood guard outside.

I’d assumed Mitchel was in the bathroom or his bedroom, since he wasn’t in the living area. I crept up to the windows and shut the curtains. We sat and waited on the soiled sofas for our victim to return. A sudden wave of realisation came over me. If we killed him here and now, how would we get him out of here? It’s not like you can drag a corpse through the town, is it?
“Rose’, we can’t kill him here.” I kept my voice low. Olivia and Rosen faced me with shocked looks. “We’ll get caught; there’s no way we can get his body out without someone noticing. Also, our prints will be all over this room if we leave him. We need to take him away. Alive.”
They stared at each other, without words, they came to a decision.
“You’re right. We need to ‘kidnap’ him.” He air quoted the word kidnap.
“Okay, so change of plans, we’ll still confront him here, and then we need to get him down to the car park, take his car, drive him down to the pier, and make our final move. It will be dark by then, trust me.”

We barely had time to agree before Mitchel came out of another door.
“What the hell?” He was confused. He gazed over at his two children. “Rosen? Olivia?”
They snarled in synchronisation. Rosen took a huge step towards his dad. “Say another word and you die, okay?”
Mitchel nodded in fear of his life. “That’s hardly fair, Rosen, since he’s going to die anyway.” Olivia thought of a sassy line. I smiled at her, but Rosen’s harsh stare changed that. His eyes pierced through mine. I could see the anger building up inside of him, bubbling at every enraging moment. He would give in to his emotions at some point.

I swept the room clean. It was almost as if we’d never even been there. I wiped our prints off of the surfaces, and we left with Mitchel.
He must have been in his mid-forties now. His bronze hair was now a faded, rusty brown. I could tell the Olivia and Rosen were his children. They had the same eyes. Rosen especially looked like his father as they had the same features. In his prime time, Mitchel was obviously quite the looker. I wondered what Erin would have looked like now, and I’m sure the others did too. It was like a family reunion, except there weren’t any happy memories this meet would bring.