3-The betrayal

Morgan

I woke up feeling refreshed, I feel like I've slept in the clouds, I've never had the opportunity to lie in such a comfortable bed and I confess it's a memorable experience, I wish I never left here. I take a quick look at the clock and realize that it's already late, lunchtime has gone and I've just been sleeping all this time.

I'd better get up and start making the most of what I have in my hands, this is a unique opportunity and the first thing I'm going to do is buy myself some clothes.

I'm really in need, my clothes are all old, worn out and colorless.

I begrudgingly put on the same clothes as the night before and went downstairs in search of food and new clothes. For the first time in my life, I was looking at the beautiful and chaotic Vegas landscape with the eyes of someone who is there just to enjoy the moment, I'm not just another native who works somewhere serving other people, I'm finally just a person walking the streets like any other.

That's so cool.

I had a quick bite to eat in the hotel restaurant and headed to some stores, not the ones where you can spend the price of a car on just one item of clothing, but the ordinary stores, where you can buy normal clothes for normal people. I picked out a few items and couldn't resist buying a black dress that I saw on the mannequin. It was simple and beautiful and I was happy with it. I also had my skin cleansed, which I confess I found a bit expensive, but it's something I'll never do again, I'm just experimenting. My skin looked as good as ever and that made me happy enough.

I went back to my room and for the first time in my life, I wore make-up, but I gave up straight away, realizing that I have no idea how to do it, I've never been in the habit of wearing anything, I've never liked it, the most I've used is sunscreen and some powder. My unkempt appearance was always evident and I never cared, until I was betrayed again, while recovering from the fall I took, I thought several times if all this happens to me because I don't make an effort to look nice, because I always walk around disheveled, with my hair in a messy bun and my clothes worn in a bad way.

I've been mistaken for a beggar once, I didn't think it was so bad because a random guy gave me a hundred dollars for no reason and walked away, obviously it never happened again, but it showed once again how careless I am with myself.

There are some people who say that you need to love yourself first and that this love is evident in the way you look. I'm sure many people think I don't have any self-respect, I don't judge them, I've even thought that myself.

Leaving that depressing subject aside, I tried my best to tame my thick, heavy hair, but it still looked messy, but I prefer to think of it as looking messy in a sexy way.

If I think like that, I'll move on without so many insecurities.

Pretending I'm sexy until I really am.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's better than depressing thoughts.

The night was just beginning and the city was alive with people filling the streets, the lights everywhere, the contagious joy, it was all so wonderful, I think I'm seeing Vegas with new eyes.

I looked at the untouched money in the envelope and thought I'd stop by the casino. Maybe I should call my dad, it's not a bad idea to share this moment with him. I picked up my cell phone and dialed his number, but for some reason it went straight to voicemail. I tried many times, but got frustrated after a while and gave up. I don't want to try any more, I'm going out on my own, he must be having fun somewhere, although I haven't seen him all day, disappearing like that isn't unusual, he leaves and comes back whenever he wants, it's always been like that.

I'll try to talk to him tomorrow.

I went downstairs and pretended to be like any other tourist in the place, exchanged the money I'd brought for some chips and started playing here and there, it was no surprise that I kept losing the money, I've never been lucky and it doesn't look like this is the moment when lady luck is going to smile on me. The lucky man at the moment is my father, not me, which is unfortunate.

I gave up playing when all the money I brought was gone. What's more, the security guards were watching me in an annoying and overly attentive way, I discreetly glanced at my clothes, maybe they think I'm someone with bad intentions and are going to approach me at any moment. The thought makes me feel embarrassed.

I started to make my way out of there, before things started to go wrong. With quick steps and a suspicious look on my face, I quickly passed the security guards and breathed a sigh of relief that I was out of there.

What the hell were those looks?

I hadn't even stolen anything and I felt like a thief.

I was distracted by my thoughts and bumped into someone, clumsy as I always was, I fell awkwardly and very embarrassingly. Before I knew it, I was sprawled on the floor with my legs open, letting everyone see my panties. I closed my legs quickly and stood up cursing, ready to complain about the person who hadn't even helped me.

- You... - the words died when I saw the beautiful man in front of me, he was frowning as he watched me and for a moment I forgot what I was going to say. I was mesmerized by his beauty and it took me a few seconds to recover my ability to speak.

- I don't know what happened, but you threw your education away. You bump into someone and don't apologize or help them up. Really, beauty isn't everything. - I scolded him and didn't wait for his reply, I got out of there as quickly as possible.

I think I'd better find my father.

I went to reception and asked for my father, told him the room number and waited. Shortly afterwards, I discovered that my father had left the hotel this morning and this began to make me alert and suspicious. A bad feeling came over me and I sensed that he was hiding something, because there was no reason to leave before what he said, even if he had found a house, he didn't say anything and as if that wasn't enough, I can't talk to him either and I have no idea where he is.

Oh, Dad, what have you done? Why do I suspect that this money didn't come from where you said?

Sensing that things were going down a bad path, I hurried upstairs and gathered my things. I went downstairs again and was ready to leave when security guards approached me at the door, with them a tall, dangerous-looking man.

- Hello, we have something important to talk about and you're coming with us. - he says.

Fuck me.

- What if I don't want to?

I know it's crazy, I should just put my head down and follow them, but I'm scared, I don't know why, but I suspect my father is involved in this.

- We can throw you in jail. - the man smiles brightly.

Fuck it, that's the end of me.

With no choice, I nod and follow the men, whatever it is, I suspect it will change my whole life and not in a good way.