The crying woman- Chapter two

You don't find hell. Hell find you.

                          The crying woman

I put down the first page and I wondered why Carolina left the 13 sheets of paper for me to read. I noticed on the second page. She wrote a note for me in the left-hand corner. . She wrote. If you read the first page, I appreciate. I know who you are Johnnie. You have seen the Devil face often and he disliked your face and mind. I felt the strength in you and I saw your writer's journal. I need someone to remember me. I wasn't strong enough and I hope you read my words. Maybe show someone and save them. Tell the people. No free money and no free gifts. We will pay for everything we received in threefold. The Devil loved weak people. With love and kindness- Carolina. I read the second page.

Page two....

I wondered how he knew my name and I was afraid. He was a large man and his eyes stared through me. I felt he was adding me up and I didn't like it. I asked him. Who are you? How do you know my name? He smiled and he pointed at my coffee cup. I read your name on your coffee cup and I relaxed some. He told me, my name is Marcello, part time writer and full time recruiter for a large company. I am always seeking talent. I remembered the crying woman warning me about the people in Reno. I  told him, that is very cool and I must go. I must leave early in the morning and I have many miles to travel. He gave me a twisted smile and he told me. Nice to had met you dear Carolina. Enjoy your time in Reno. He walked away from me and I felt safe again. I went back to the hotel and I fell asleep very quickly. The Hotel clerk gave me a 10 am wake-up call. I wanted to be on the road by 11 am. I wanted to drive 8 hours, at least today. I dressed quickly and  packed my bags. I wandered to the free breakfast, drank some coffee and some donuts. I went to my car and I loaded my bags and I tried to start my car. The car starter struggled and the car stayed silence. I begin to cry. I didn't have the money to repair the car.

I left the car in the parking lot and I walked to the coffee shop. I ordered a black coffee and I didn't know what to do. My mother was struggling and she was taking care of my child. I had no-one to call. My ex-husband left me for a new woman and I hadn't talk to him in years. I felt eyes on me again. Marcello was near and he asked. Are you okay dear Carolina? I looked at him, knowingly, he knew I was desperate. I asked what kind of jobs are you recruiting for? He gave me a devil grin and he told me. We are looking for pretty women, who are fearless and strong. They must have confident and can control any situation. We want women, who will do what is necessary to get things done right. She remembered the crying woman and she asked. What must I do? Can I make a living and survive? Not be killed or hurt? He whispered. No-one hurt my women. I told him, I have a degree in business. Please allow me to think about it. He smiled and he told me okay.

I  had enough money for another day at the Best Western and I went to my room undressed and showered. I stood nude in front  of the mirror. I told the mirror. I still look good. My eyes wandered my face, my long legs and my full breasts. I don't want to sell my soul, my body. I don't. Marcello was scary and I knew. In Reno, more dirt than clean people. I read the want-adds. No jobs with proper pay. I thought of my daughter and my mother. I sat on the bed and I cried. I told the white walls. What do I do? I took a four hour nap and awoke hungry.  I dressed in my best dress. I loved the black dress and I put on my red shoes. I didn't need make-up and I lightly coated my lips with some red lipsticks. I stood in the front of the mirror and I smiled. I told myself. I still look good. I left the hotel and I went to the coffee shop and I ordered a black coffee. I knew he would come.

Coyote

Author's Note

Page two.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Marcello is proving to be quite a figure in this second chapter, is already obvious he is an vital part who worries Cheryl, makes her wary but, she still chats with him, listens to him.

Have noticed from second chapter that Cheryl. ..

Great description, plus you're already padding out the story so well. A mystery indeed.. what next!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma. I will read and repair. I want first person. It is her story.

[emmajoy]

Will remove my comment so you can sort, !

[Hayllie]

I enjoy a good mystery, and her fears and struggles are so clear through the story. Although the story doesn't seem to be a "happy" kind of story, I am eager to see what happens next!

[Coyote Poetry]

The story is done. I am writing to computer now. Real life is more scary than fiction. Thank you dear Hayllie for reading and the comment.