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Maurice didn’t want to use it tonight. Usually, his glove
compartment would stay locked so no one could steal it, but
tonight, he would leave it unlocked just in case.
     
    “ Jesus, please forgive me.
I know I have done wrong by You. I don’t know what I was thinking.
Sometimes we can be so selfish, you know? I never meant to hurt
anybody. I’ll never do anything like this again. Please help me get
Saundra out of this alive.”
     
    He looked up and Jasmine was standing at his
door. He flinched and rolled his window down.
     
    “ You could’ve tapped on
the door or said something instead of standing there looking
crazy.”
     
    “ Well, excuse me. I
thought you saw me. What are you doing in there -- falling
asleep?”
     
    “ Not quite,” he
said.
     
    “ Room 223. It’s around the
back.”
     
    “ I’ll follow you,” he
said.
     
    Maurice followed Jasmine around the back to
the room. He managed to convince her not to put Saundra in the
trunk. So she was laid out on the floor in Jasmine’s back seat. He
backed into a parking spot, parked, and jumped out. Jasmine walked
in front of him and smiled. She handed him the key card.
     
    “ After you,” she
said.
     
    “ Aren’t you going to get
her out of the car?” he asked.
     
    “ For what? We won’t be
here all night; we have to find somewhere to get rid of them before
daybreak.”
     
    “ You still don’t want to
leave her in the car? What if someone pulls up?”

    “ I doubt that. Have you
taken a look around? This place is deserted and it’s late. I can’t
imagine anybody pulling up.”
     
    “ Still, we have to be
safe,” he said.
     
    “ Whatever -- you get her
out.”
     
    Maurice opened the back door and pulled
Saundra out, throwing her over his shoulder. He walked to the room,
which only took him five steps. He heard Jasmine slam the car door.
He slid the key card in and went inside. Jasmine walked in behind
him, closing the door.
     
    “ Put her in the bathroom.
I don’t want to have to look at her face.”
    He took her in and sat her down on the cold
tile floor. She wiggled into a corner next to the tub, pulling her
legs to her chest. Maurice felt horrible. Saundra looked and acted
like a scared child folded up in the corner. Tears were steadily
streaming down her face and her eyes were red. Her face was
completely wet and the duct tape around her mouth glistened. There
were no shoes on her battered and dry feet. Saundra mumbled.
Maurice took the tape off of her mouth so she could speak.
     
    “ Pa - pa - pa - please don
- don’t kill me,” she stuttered.
     
    “ I’m not going to kill
you,” he promised. Maurice looked over his shoulder, then back to
Saundra. “I’m going to get you out of here. I don’t know how yet,
but I’m working on it.”
     
    Saundra cried harder. She didn’t believe
him. Why would he help her now? She felt certain that he was
telling her what she needed to hear to calm her down.
     
    “ I thought you would be
happy about that,” he said.
     
    “ You - you’re lying,” she
said. “Don’t lie to me! Oh, my God! My mother, my brother --
they’ll never see me again. They’ll wonder what happened. I won’t
be able to tell them. Oh, God! I don’t want to die! I promise I
won’t tell anybody. Please! You’ve got to believe me!” she
begged.
     
    “ Well, we don’t believe
you, so just shut up!” Jasmine said. She walked around Maurice and
stretched the tape back over Saundra’s mouth. “Why would you take
the tape off her mouth? Do you want her to scream?” she
asked.
     
    “ She was trying to speak.
I can’t hear what she need to say with tape around her mouth,
Jasmine.”
     
    “ Who cares what she has to
say?” she said, walking out of the bathroom.
     
    Maurice followed her, “You know, you need to
show more compassion. Where is your humanity?”
     
    Jasmine turned to him and took off her
shirt, wiggling out of her jeans and flipping off her shoes.
     
    “ What’s human