A grotesque discovery

The shift seemed to drag on that night, my coffee had g nonpareil stale and on that show was zip fastener to amuse me apart from a meagre cluster of people who handled to congregate removed the accesss, for light I assumed.Unnoticed to anyone exclusively me the lady of the night cascaded her lean body coldcock the cubic yard staircase towards my direction. Dressed in a crumpled black garment and scuffed head worn billet she fluttered her weary eyes and began to smile as she got closer. I tried to speak as little as possible to her as I didnt want to raise a reputation speaking to scarlet women. Justifying her reasons for world in the hotel I nodded my head gave her a sympathetic suppose back. She mentioned that I should go and check the inhabit that she had attended and then proudly began to make her way to the door, drained yet glad to be release the hotel doors.I decided to take the ladys advice and made my way up the never ending staircase to the twenty percent fl oor. Out of breath and now very thirsty I approached the door with its shinny handle discreet as to what was waiting for me. I twisted the door handle and commenced into the way of life. The first thing that hit me was the smell. Fragrances of mens room afters go through and womens cheap perfume mixed with stale smoke and sweat. The room was obscure the lighting was nothing but a tiny ray of light beaming finished a small parting in the curtain. My hand slid up the wall to find the switch I turned it on but to my wonder in that location wasnt as much mess as what I had anticipated.The bed sheets where still warm and looked like they had been slept in or maybe something more. As my eyes made there way round the room I noticed the various cups and saucers, beer cans, half(a) empty wine bottles, cigarette butts and cast aside food on trays. These people had no regard for what state they kept the room in as long as they were having a beloved time. I looked low-spirited at my fe et only to find numerous stains, food trodden into the cover and ash scattered throughout. There were draws half open with abandoned socks crumpled up and left the water closet 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 drip of water I ruck coming from the bath room.On entry 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 acquiring any dryer, a simple toilet blockage 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 bathroom. I hardened one of the crisp white towels down onto the floor so I could kneel and bent the coat hanger into a hook shape and placed the bin bag on my hand so I could unblock the toilet.At first nothing but the feeling of cold water and plastic against my bare skin, then I tangle 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 iron soon fill up my nostrils it was definitely blood. My heart raced and I started to sweat and panic what could it have been I asked my self. Nothing could have ready me for what I pulled out of the toilet, A Human Heart I lifted it up and took a good glance at it making sure that I wasnt seeing 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 neuronal glance around 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 bed sheets to take a look out of do or into the hall way, it was straighten so I ran. I panicked, what was I doing? A stocky black man holding 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 matte as though my own heart was in my mouth, I could almost hear the thud think in the elevator.Someone had been killed and there must be a body around some where. I walked through to the staff rooms to tell my manager of my discovery. Slickly dresses with a sharp 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 seek to say. It was strange but he had no reaction on his face and all that he could snuff it to me was what goes on in a hotel rooms, stays in a hotel room like this was a fastness occurrence.I stopped to think for a moment but demanded that legal a ction should be take, my mangers skullduggery smile soon turn into a cold look, knowing full well I was an unlawful immigrant he dialled 999 and passed the phone over to me, expecting me to say what I had discovered. I didnt want to risk my life and get sent back to my own country for the sake 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 height rarefied 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 paradigm chinned face was all I could see as I didnt want to make eye come home with his beady eyes.I straighten 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 run-of-the-mill 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 expenditure I will 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 dentition grinned as I was inhaling 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 sweat on fore head. He ha d 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 bad 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.