A grotesque discovery

The shift seemed to drag on that night, my c collide withee bean had gone stale and there was cipher to amuse me apart from a meagre cluster of people who liked to congregate proscribedside the accesss, for calorie-free I assumed.Unnoticed to anyone simply me the lady of the night cascaded her lean consistency down the grand staircase towards my direction. Dressed in a bended black garment and scuffed vigorous worn shoes she fluttered her weary look and began to smile as she got closer. I tried to speak as critical as possible to her as I didnt want to get a reputation speaking to scarlet women. Justifying her reasons for being in the hotel I nodded my orient gave her a sympathetic look back. She mentioned that I should go and check the way that she had attended and then proudly began to make her way to the approach, drained thus far glad to be leaving the hotel admittances.I decided to take the ladys advice and make my way up the never ending staircase to the fifth b edeck. prohibited of breath and now very thirsty I approached the door with its clamber handle apprehensive as to what was waiting for me. I twisted the door handle and commenced into the room. The first thing that hit me was the smell. Fragrances of mens afters surrender and womens cheap heart mixed with stale smoke and drive. The room was obscure the lighting was nothing but a tiny ray of light beaming do a small parting in the curtain. My hand slid up the mole to find the switch I turned it on but to my perplexity there wasnt as much mess as what I had anticipated.The get it on sheets where still warm and looked like they had been slept in or maybe something more. As my eyeball made there way round the room I noticed the various cups and saucers, beer cans, fractional empty wine bottles, cigarette butts and remove pabulum on trays. These people had no regard for what state they unplowed the room in as grand as they were having a smashing time. I looked down at my feet only to find numerous stains, food trodden into the carpet and ash scattered throughout. There were draws half rough with inclined socks crumpled up and left the wardrobe door fully open but bare with only a scatter of coat hangers on the rail. My attention was distracted from the sate of the room by the persistent expend of peeing I herd coming from the bath room.On admittance the bath room smelt clean and fresh with citrus smells in the air, the taps where still shining and had there bright silver ping. The floor was wet and wasnt getting any dryer, a simple toilet catch was all that was wrong with the room, or at least I thought. I strolled back into the bedroom where the dirty smell hit me again and grabbed a discarded coat hanger and made my way back into the behind. I determined one of the crisp white towels down onto the floor so I could kneel and bent the coat hanger into a hook shape and place the stash away clutch on my hand so I could unstuff the toilet.A t first nothing but the feeling of cold water and plastic against my bare skin, then I mat that I had burst something soft. To my amazement what looked like blood started to disperse from the bottom of the toilet, the smell of beseech soon filled my nostrils it was definitely blood. My heart raced and I started to sweat and timidity what could it have been I asked my self. Nothing could have prepared me for what I pulled out of the toilet, A Human Heart I lifted it up and took a veracious glance at it making sure that I wasnt comprehend things. It didnt look as though it had been there for very long as it was still a peachy colour.A joke maybe, I was half expecting hear a laugh from behind me but none came. I stood up still with the thing in my hand, my stomach churned and my hands jerked. I took a nervous glance round bathroom, at this point the bathroom didnt look so clean, and I didnt feel it either. I paced to the main door passing through the various smells and ruffled b ed sheets to take a look out of door into the hall way, it was clear so I ran. I panicked, what was I doing? A stocky black man property a human heart in a plastic bag running with a guilty look didnt look so good in my eyes.Thoughts where racing through my head, whos heart was this and why was it there. I felt as though my own heart was in my mouth, I could near hear the thud echo in the elevator.Someone had been killed and there essential be a body around some where. I walked through to the staff rooms to tell my manager of my discovery. Slickly dresses with a curt suit and smile he greeted me and sat me down in the office. I began to tell him what I had found I wiped the nervous sweat off my forehead and tried to relax so that he could understand what I was trying to say. It was strange but he had no reaction on his pose and all that he could mutter to me was what goes on in a hotel rooms, stays in a hotel room like this was a continuous occurrence.I stopped to think for a m oment but demanded that juristic action should be take, my mangers slick smile soon turn into a cold look, knowing full well I was an illegal immigrant he dialled 999 and passed the phone over to me, expecting me to say what I had discovered. I didnt want to attempt my life and get sent back to my own plain for the interest group of this so I put the phone down and he knew that I would do this.I leaped out of my seat in rage my top towering over him but his weight over shadowing me. His eyes met mine and he raised one eyebrow as though he was slightly amused by my actions. I was in a rampage and chucked is prized mangers desk with his tacky photo frame and souvenirs to the other end of the room, I soon got his full attention.I felt his clammy hands around my neck, stubby, fingers stabbing into my cheek and the words how dare you ringing in my ear. I tired to shove him off me but his over sized gut was restraining me. I felt his harsh breath on ma face as he spoke. He knew full well of my situation in this country and could think of nothing better to say than I could have you deported for this His sweaty double chinned face was all I could see as I didnt want to make eye contact with his beady eyes.I elucidate my suit out as did he when he backed away. He picked the bag up with the heart visible through it and chucked it down bin shoot like it was an ordinary piece of rubbish . My heart sank and I felt like I had failed the non existent person and that I had done wrong in the eyes of the law. If I was to stay in this country I would have to keep the guilt of a death on my shoulders and live a silenced life, but thats the price I impart have to pay. I came to England thinking I was going to be starting a better life, but its not going as well as Id anticipated.His smoke stained teeth grinned as I was inhaling split second hand smoke from the fumes of his cheap cigar. You no where there door his, his face so close to mine I could see the trickles of swe at on fore head. He had shoved me out of his office like he shoved the heart down that shoot, relentlessly. He obviously didnt care as long as his greed for power and money was being met and nothing rugged was bothering him. I pondered for a moment thinking what I should do next, but what could I do? My voice is not meant to be heard.