I tore apart the vicious best friend
who caused me to check into the
wrong room and die tragically
Chapter 1
The night I covered a shift for my bestie at
the motel, I had no idea my life was about to
implode.
Brenda begged me to do it.
This scuzzy–looking homeless dude, totally
hammered, came in wanting a room.
Brenda made me promise to give him the
room way in the back.
Figured he might get rowdy, so I just handed
him the key like she said.
Next thing I know, I’m trending online, and
everyone’s screaming for my head.
Turns out that room was already booked by
some young girl.
And this bum, thanks to my screw–up, raped
her that night.
She couldn’t handle it and jumped off the
roof.
I tried to explain, but Brenda jumps up and
says, “I worked the front desk, too! She was
jealous of her. So, she gave him the wrong
room.”
The internet lost it.
People chased me down the street.
く
The girl’s family, crazed with grief, stabbed
me to death.
After I died, Brenda married my husband and
they were happy.
I woke up again, and Brenda was asking me
to cover.
- 1.
“Yo, front desk! I need a room. Now!”
I recognized the bum’s voice. I was back.
I looked around the hotel, and then at the
time on my phone. I was living it again.
Last time, I did what Brenda asked, and gave
the guy the room in the back.
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A young girl was already in that room.
The wrong room card led to rape.
She couldn’t handle it and went off the roof,
ending her life.
It blew up, and I trended.
I told them I was covering for Brenda, but she
said this:
“I work here, too, and I can say that she did
this because she was jealous.”
“How can you do this? I hate working with
you.”
That was the end for me.
Г
People yelled at me in the street.
Her family found me and stabbed me.
My husband even said it was okay and
married Brenda.
But here was my second chance.
The same bum.
No way was history repeating itself.
“Sorry, sir, no vacancy. We’re all booked up.
- 2.
The homeless guy scowled at the counter.
“What are you talking about? I booked it
Г
He waved his phone, showing the
confirmation page.
“I’m telling you, I want a room right now!”
Last time, they stabbed me.
I bit my lip and spoke.
“I’m sorry, sir, but the system is broken. We
are fully booked.”
The bum didn’t care. He tried to call
customer service.
“I want a room, and she won’t give me one. I
am going to complain.”
The phone connected and it was Brenda.
く
“Hello, how can I help you?”
The bum spoke.
“I have a room but the front desk says I
don’t. What can you do?”
“Yes, I am sorry about that. Can you give me
the front desk person?”
The bum handed me the phone.
“What’s going on, (My Name)? You can’t just
decide not to give people rooms. You need to
give him room 301!”
