Jean got a room in the motel for one night. She was shaken by what she witnessed in the forest.

‘Did I kill P? I was just tired of him.’ She was trying to convince herself that what she saw was not Paul’s body.

‘It was one of HP’s mind games, I’m sure I would never kill someone especially not P.’ She locked the door quickly, closed the curtains, sat on the bed, and burst into tears.

“What have I done? Paul was right we shouldn’t have come to this cursed place. I’m sorry Paul, I’m so sorry” she said as tears ran down her cheek.

Jean wiped her face with her hands and got into the restroom to wash her face trying to think straight.

“Alright I have enough money to stay here for two more nights I just have to find Paul and together we will stay in the motel and we will leave this damned place at the weekend once and for all and everything will go back to normal” Jean was sure Paul would forgive her, they had so many fights worse than this. ‘Paul always was a reasonable person and he loves me’ Jean thought and called P as she bit on her nails again, each time her phone rang and Paul didn’t answer Jean’s worries rose and she felt more anxious. “Pick up the damn phone P. Please.”

Jean gathered all her courage and pulled the curtains aside looking for any sign of Paul. A heavy rain started pouring down. There was no one out there. Jean repeated checking the window ten times before she called him again and she called Paul.

His ringtone sound came from behind her room’s door, the same silly rock song that Jean hated. It was P’s phone there was no denying that.

Jean didn’t feel relieved, no. Her muscles stiffened and dread spread inside her gut Something was wrong.

Jean looked around for anything to grab as a weapon and tried calming herself and breathing slower.

She was shaking and her mind wasn’t working straight, adrenaline was releasing in her veins.

The sound of a strong hand bashing on the door sharpened her ears. She stayed quiet after a few seconds the doorbell rang repeatedly.

“Jean?” Paul said.

“Are you there?”

It was him, Jean took a heavy breath and got calm and relieved.

“Paul? Is it you?” she asked making sure P had heard him clearly but she knew it was P.

“Yeah, can you please open it? I’m soaking wet” he said.

Jean opened the door. For a second, she stared at Paul, slapped him in the face weakly, and hugged him tightly.

“I’m glad you are here P. You were right we should have never come here. Let’s stay here the whole week and then we will go back home”

Paul smiled and came in as he lifted her in his arms “Alright but let me change my clothes first. I’m like super wet and will catch a cold if I don’t dry my head.”

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Paul rubbed the towel on his curly brown hair. “You were terrified, Jean. What got to you?”

Jean looked at P with sorrow “Oh Paul I’m sorry I shouldn’t have treated you like that.” She kissed Paul.

“I saw you, well, not you but someone like you and he was a dead man floating and saying you’ve…” Jean continued

“Killed me” Paul completed her sentence.

“Yeah. Did you see him too?” Jean stared at Paul searching for an answer.

“No, but…” Paul smiled and looked down. “I’ve been telling that to myself for a year now Jean, you have killed me”

“Paul” Jean was sorry but P interrupted her

“No, Jean. before you, I always thought loneliness was the worst that could happen to me and I always felt unwanted by the whole society you came into my miserable life and the first few months were like a dream. I mean a girl like you ended up liking me I was feeling like the greatest man alive but slowly you started humiliating me in front of your so-called fans.” Paul’s voice was with something far worse than anger and fury. It was weaving with hatred and Jean was frozen where she stood.

“I knew I was weak but you didn’t have to show that to the whole world and make fun of me in front of the whole fucking world.”

Paul took Jean’s phone and started a live stream.

Jean tried to grab the phone but Paul pushed him onto the bed.

“You better stay there because I have things to say”

Paul had that phony fake smile as usual and tried to hide his anger which made him look like a laughing maniac “Hi fucking everyone today I want to show you all how to get rid of a fucking damn toxic partner who bullies you and humiliates you in front of the camera so all the rest of the stupid damn leeching miserable people can see.”

Paul put the phone on the table with the right angle so the bed was clearly shown.

Jean used the opportunity to flee and she did succeed in taking a few steps outside but Paul grabbed her by her long hair and pulled her back inside the room. Jean scratched Paul’s forearm and tangled her legs and resisted but it was effortless against P.

It was room 46.

Jean screamed for help and there was no soul there to hear her. The motel manager was watching the HP news and he acted like no big deal and peacefully enjoyed the news.

Paul stunned Jean with a heavy punch on her head and silenced her and all this was streaming wildly her viewers had risen to 200,000 and hit higher, while it normally was 10,000 at its peak.

Paul tied her hand to the wooden bed head and tore off her clothes and for the first time, he smiled for real.

“You like this world? Ha? You enjoy your dear sunny Jean tearing apart by my hands? Damn sick fucks. Do you see for whom you were humiliating me, Jean? A quarter of a million are watching you now honey you got what you wanted babe, you are famous.”

Paul squeezed Jean’s cheek harshly and moved her head toward the phone camera “Look honey you are the face of the time” Paul was laughing like a maniac.

“But now it’s my turn to get what I want for the first time”

Paul searched his backpack and took out his face razor. Jean’s eyes widened up and she screamed like never before as Paul was getting on top of her she kicked and twirled and pounded her fist against the bed to break the wooden structure she tried it once or twice then tried to squeeze her hands out of the tightly tied up belt, it was all useless.

Paul got on top of her and sat on her belly looking at her with coldness. “It’s OK Jean” he cut her cheek and arm and Paul just waved the razor on her skin and didn’t care where he cut her as long as she was still alive and blood splashed it was how he liked it.

The walls, the TV, all the furniture of the room especially the white sheets of bed turned red with Jean’s fresh thick shimmering blood. Dripping on the rug beneath the bed and at the center of this cruel gory picture of a wild murder lay the lifeless crimson-red body of Jean covered in her own blood hundred of cuts from the top down to her feet were a reminder of how much she endured before her moment of death.

Paul came out of the shower as he was singing his favorite rock song and dried his body and head, put on some new clothes shut down the streaming, and got out of the room to the manager.

“I need another room far away from room 46 the lady in there… poof, crazy.” He joked and the old manager laughed.

“We have a customer like that who screams a lot, I mean I know toilet flushes don't work sometimes” the old guy joked back at P and they both laughed.

“Alright thanks,” P said and got to his new room. The room 51 and slept in calm and peace without a single disturbing thought.