Murder Motel

  A couple of hours later Stephanie had finally arrived and today she was only seventeen minutes late, which for her, is a major improvement. She is usually any where from thirty minutes to an hour late for her shift. Owen should have put his foot down and fired her long ago, but finding anyone brave enough to risk being around him or willing to work at the motel was harder than it seemed. People are skittish and they believe what they hear. If they hear someone say that he is a killer, they believe it and they do what they can to stay clear of him. So, Owen bit back his annoyance and forced himself to not react whenever she was late or when she was being horrible to him, because he really needed her to work there. So he would always bite his tongue, trying to grin and bear it. Typi

The next morning when Owen comes down stairs to enter the office to relieve Samuel, the over night shift clerk, he bumps into a tall, slender woman. He was turning the corner in a hurry, not expecting anyone to be there and he ran right into her. He reaches out a hand to her arm to steady her, since the full weight of him plowing directly into her was enough to knock her backwards. Her arms flailed as she was knocked off balance. His hands wrap around her slender upper arms and he tugs her forward, until she is standing balanced on her feet once more. He is glad that he was able to stop her from falling, otherwise he would have felt horrible. “Woah, there. I am so sorry..” He begin

  Liv stared at him without saying anything, as she mentally ran through a quick list of reasons as to why she should not let this stranger in to the room with her. Where they would be trapped inside of the same four walls. Alone. “Sure.” She opens the door wider, stepping back for him to come inside. He moves in just enough to close the door behind him, before he stops, standing still. Liv stands there awkwardly as well, not sure what to do. She does not want to sit on the bed and draw attention to the fact

  The two of them walk through the hardware store, hand in hand, as she does not seem inclined to let go of him and he has not intention of pulling away from her touch any time soon. He leads her down to the lumber section, where he prices the plank of wood that he will need. Not that money is an issue or anything, he just wants to make sure that he is getting the best wood that he can. With everyone being obsessed by this stupid legnd and his family, the motel has done such a booming business that he can easily say that he is well off. Not that he says it.. that would be in poor taste. But he is.

* Graphic content warning*   Owen walked into the office of the motel with a smile on his face and Liv right behind him, but the smile quickly disappeared when he got a look at Stephanie's face. She looks upset and worried. “What's wrong?” He asks her,  moving closer. Was something going on with the motel or was it a personal issue? When he had sent Sam home early, he had managed the office until Stephanie had arrived to cover his morning shift so that he could run some errands. He would work her evening shift for her so that she would have a night free for a date with her boyfriend. Th