Pure seduction

The sound of old jazz music echoed through the thin walls of the building. The screams of an arguing couple were heard through the wall of the next apartment. The sound of shattering and a big object tossed against the wall caused the single hung picture frame to tremble. One more shattered vase. Tomorrow the apartment next door would be silent until the man would return how with a bouquet of flowers. With false promises of trying better, of begin a better man. The flowers would be received being placed inside the new vase. By the time the flowers would dry the vase would once again shatter and the promise would fly out the window.

Inside that apartment a small world was contained in the small space in those four walls of a motel room. The faded wallpaper which had once had the beautiful patterned of roses and white butterflies were peeling off and were no longer white but brown. The roses appearing dry and dead. The dark wooden floors worn out and chipped with stains or liquor and other questionable liquids scattered around the wood. An empty wine bottle stood against the side of the bed. Underneath the bed laid a small jewelry box filled with letters and a small ring. The only thing that seemed well kept and precious in the room. 

The bed shoved in the corner seems as old as the wallpaper with only a wrinkled thin white sheet tangled on top. The small round table filled with empty bottles and drugstore makeup. The gleam of the cracked hand mirror shined slightly in the darkness. The only light provided was that of the red neon sign of the store across the street. The single window bare allowing a cold chill in through the cracks in the window. 

In the darkness of the small world, a small child sat inside a large chest. Arms wrapped tightly around her old worn stuffed toy rabbit. It's white fur dirty and the soft pink ribbon it once had around its neck was long gone. A small tear shown in one of the ears. With a small tremble in her arms her eyes remained glued on the neon light outside the window. Her hair was long and tangled as the small thin clothes she wore provided little comfort towards the chill in the room. Her small feet bare and dirty, the hot water had run out after not having paid the bill. The small child looked even smaller in that four wall world. Silence filled her heart as she continued to look blankly out at the red neon light leading to the outside world.

Then in she came, like a wild beautiful red rose in the midst of a dessert. Her steps light and graceful like a dancer's. Her thick dark hair curled with a shine as her pale skin seemed to glow under the dim lights in the halls of the motel. Her face was youthful as her red lips were pulled into a playful childish smile revealing her pearly white teeth. The red dress beautifully shifted with each step she took. Her eyes dancing as she stared at the man following behind her like a dog in heat. Opening the door her eyes moved to the small child sitting in the chest. Words were muttered to the man waiting outside before the lady made her way to the young child. A gently smile graced those ruby lips as the lady brushed back the hair from the girl's face. Laying the child back on the chest the women brought up her index finger to her lips with a smile. Her smile becoming more sad as her eyes revealed the deep parts of her soul. Words whispered from the child to the beautiful lady before the world went dark. 

"I love you."