When Mizu finally stopped driving at about 3 in the morning, we were at a motel and he stopped the car, turning to look at me. "I'm going to go get a room, you stay here. We have men all over the place so if the wrong person sees you, we're royally screwed." I listened and nodded after he had finished the statement. Mizu got out of the car and walked quickly to the main office, I saw him using his charm on the girl at the front, most likely not wanting to pay full price for the room since he had told me on the ride here that he didn't bring that much money.

When Mizu came back, he opened my door and I slowly got out. Mizu put his arm around my waist to help me walk since my legs still didn't want to work quite right. We got into the room and I smiled a little when I saw the beds, God, I'd never been happier to see a bed in my life. And I have slept on cardboard for a week when I was about 15.

I pulled away from Mizu and hobbled over to the bed furthest from the door, flopping down on it, causing me to wince as I was still sore everywhere from the past week and a half. I groaned slightly as I realized that I probably looked really rough, my appearance at least. I stood shakily and walked to the mirror in the bathroom. My eyes widened as I looked at the girl in front of me. My shirt hung off on my shoulder slightly and I was this skinny twig. I was skinny before, but this? This was scary. Not only that, but the way my eyes were bloodshot and the very dark circles under my eyes, made me look that much worse. I felt my bottom lip quiver slightly as I looked at what I was now. I bit it hard to get it to stop shakily and grabbed the sink, looking at my hands. Mizu came in the open bathroom door and pursed his lips. He gently put a hand on my back, not saying anything. But, for some reason, it was very comforting. It made me feel like I knew I'd be safe if Mizu was with me. I knew he wouldn't let anything else happen to me. He'd never said any of this, but I felt it... After a moment I looked at Mizu and he smiled a little, "I was thinking about ordering pizza. What do you think?" That caused my lips to turn up into a small smile and I nodded, standing straighter. It put me in a little bit of a better mood to know that I could eat and sleep in a bed, not be starved and sleep deprived.

He smiled a tiny bit more, then his face returns to being stoic as he walks back to the main room with me. He picks up the hotel phone on the nightstand and dialed the number. As he was talking to the person on the other line, I looked around the room and laid back on the bed. My back muscles untensed a little and I sighed. I thought about how crazy it was that I got out of that torture alive. Especially at the hands of the man who killed the people I was close to. I didn't know what to expect from here on out, but maybe that was a good thing...