This was it. this was the last chance that she would have to back out of marrying Mike. Reba was walking down the isle and thinking. Is this what she really wanted? Did she really want to be stuck with a man who hadn't been alive for eighteen years? Didn't she want t move on with her life? didn't she promise herself that when he died? She looked over to her family/friend side of the church and to her surprise, there was Jack, smiling and crying towards Reba. Reba froze in her tracks. Jack, her once fiancee, was there supporting her with a new marridge. Reba began crying as the music stopped.
"I can't do this. I just can't, its not what my heart wants at all." Reba said after running out of the alter and away from the dreaded church. she loved Jack. It was eating her up inside and she couldn't hide it anymore. She was in love with him, she always been in love with him and that would never change. She loved him , the way he kissed her and most of all, the way he loved her. their love was more passionate than any love could be. This was a love that would last for a lifetime. even if he still didn't love her, she would always love him. Now, she was almost at a hotel where she would hide at and nobody would ever find her until she wanted to come out.
"I will always love you Jack. Always," She said walking into the old, run down, motel. It was a good hiding place, no one would look here. They might call the police though. That might become a problem. Reba walked up to the counter and looked at a mexican bell boy.
"How many rooms miss?"
"One ,don't tell anyone that I'm here, got it?"
"Yes, miss. You have room 23. Tv and cable guide are on the coffee table. An extra set of clothes and towels are in the bathroom. They are from the hotel's gift shop, you might need some clothes to wear."
"Thank you very much. Could you load my room with alcohol? I need to be off task tonight."
"Right away miss," His accent was strong and highly recognizable. Reba was going to have a helluva good night.