I was driving and realised that I needed to get rid of my phone, tracker and communication device. I threw them all onto the road where multiple vehicles ran them over. I stopped at a motel and pulled the motorcycle around to the back of the building, I walked to the reception and nearly paid for it using my personal credit card.
"Do you know if there is a cash machine nearby?"
"Closes one about ten minutes up the road in vehicle."
"Okay."
I got back on my motorbike and headed to the cash machine, I checked my balance:
£78.51
I withdrew 85 euros that should do me for now, I turned around and headed to the motel. They would be tracking my transactions and probably be thinking that I carried on up the road. I went through a clearing in the trees not meant for vehicles and manoeuvred my way through the trees slowly until I came across the same motel and parked in the trees. There was no was they would find me because I avoided any camera going through the woods. I went back to the reception and asked for a single room for the night, they looked at me and grabbed a key.
"Here."
"How much will that be?"
"Five euros if you leave by ten thirty tomorrow."
"Why?"
"You are on the news, the English government want you as well as the Italian government."
I watched the news headline appear at the bottom of the screen Wanted: For illegally entering Italy, illegally carrying a concealed weapon and attempted murder. I looked at the screen in horror, Sir really did have a lot of contacts. I gave the receptionist a grateful nod and headed to my room. Next door I could hear a man and a woman arguing about something, so I put my ear to the wall.
"You bitch! Yo- you whore! I saw you look at him!"
"I didn't, I swear!"
She was crying and scared, then I heard a thud against the wall along with a scream. Not today. I exited my room and knocked on their door.
"What!"
"Just need to make sure you paid for this room by checking if you have a key."
He opened the door slightly and I could hear the woman sobbing quietly in the corner. I kicked open the door and slammed it shut, the man started to turn red and ran at me with full force. I grabbed his beard and yanked him to the ground.
"You really should respect women more."
"You bitch."
He muttered while groaning on the floor, I stood on his neck and put weight on it.
"Trust me I'm not a bitch, if I was you really wouldn't like the outcome."
I walked over to the woman cowering in the corner with a bruise forming on her eye.
"Come with me, I promise I won't hurt you. Please."
Then he came from behind and put me in a headlock, I reached up and poked his eyes.
"Simple and yet effective, don't you love the defence techniques us women are taught from a young age?"
He growled and pushed me to the floor causing me to hit the front of my head, it was bleeding. I grabbed the lamp and smashed it, I picked up the remaining part of the lamp and stabbed his eye practically gouging it out. He should've listened. The woman stood up with her bag and held my arm, I steered in the direction of my room. I sat her on the bed and gave her a cold water bottle to put on her eye.
"You need it more than me."
"I'm fine, you should see the state of him."
"I did."
I went in the bathroom and washed my face, diluted blood dripped from my forehead into the sink. I winced when touching it and washed my hands. My hands were filthy and covered in blood. I walked out of the bathroom and saw her with a holiday bag.
"Do you need clothes?"
"Yes but I don't want to take them off you."
"It' okay, I will buy more when I get home."
"Where is your home?"
"Russia."
She handed me cargo trousers and a long sleeved top and I had my trainers. She was very pretty with green eyes and she was a brunette.
"Would you like to have a shower umm-"
"My name is Kate and yes I would appreciate a shower."
She went in the bathroom and took a shower, I left money on the bed for her and written a note that said To get home. I went to reception and left money with a note saying, For damage, insurance and labour costs. I went behind the building and to my motorbike, I would have to drive all night or get caught. I couldn't afford to get caught. I drove for what felt like days but in reality it was hours, I reached the restaurant and sighed. I went inside and saw they were tidying up, I went to an old man that was in uniform.
"I'm sorry but my father Alex Upton told me you did the best ravioli he ever tasted."
"Hmm you must be Sophia."
"Yes I am, how do you know my father?"
"He came here one day and asked for help. I happily obliged and let him stay here but he just left one day and never returned."
"I need your help please."
"Anything for the daughter of Alex, you can stay in the attic. There is equipment and files left there from your father. Also, any questions you have can wait until we're in a better circumstance."
He guided me to this room, I sat down and smiled at the thought of my father sitting in this very seat. He left and I walked around the room for a few second, I had never seen so much stuff that belonged to my father. I collapsed onto the mattress, it was laid out on the floor, I stretched out my whole body. Ristorante~ Stage 9 completed with many questions in my mind.