he’s nice and helps me when I have no idea what I’m doing. A ding chimes, letting us know that customers have just walked into the store. I move to make my way out the front and just as I do I hear his voice, laughing loudly. I stop, looking around painfully for Brett. He’s sitting on a stool, playing a game on his phone. I wave to him, hoping he’ll look up. I don’t want to yell out. I’m sure he’d recognize my voice if I speak.
Roger sings out hello from the front. Brett looks up, searching around for me. When he spots me, I point and mouth for Brett to serve him. He gives me an odd look, looks back to me then to the front again. I place my hands in a begging position and he finally stands and serves Roger. I stand there, listening to what he says, how sweetly he talks to his new girlfriend, and knowing it’s all lies.
I cringe when he calls her baby, and I tremor when I hear him tell her he loves her. I want to choke when he kisses her. It’s not from affection or jealousy—it’s pure hatred that I have for this man now, nothing but hate.
I sit there until they leave, I stay there even when Brett comes back, giving me a confused look. “You don’t want to serve Mr. Roger?” he asks, using his first name. This time it’s my turn to give him an odd look.
“You know Roger?” I ask, confused now.
“Yes, he’s a regular. Comes in nearly every weekend.” I groan as my hands fly to my face. Just my luck. “Look, your shift is almost over. Why don’t you just head off and I will close up?” I thank him and make my way out, noticing Casey waiting for me in her car out the front. She smiles and waves me over.
“Did he see you?” These are the first words that leave her mouth. Of course she saw him.
“No.” I shake my head back and forth.
“Well, I came to get you because we have a dinner guest,” she pipes up, starting the car and driving.
“Who?” I ask her.
“The man you said saved you… Black.”
She looked better, her color has come back to her. Her eyes aren’t as dull as they once were. She’s putting on weight, her tits are filling out, her hips gaining roundness. I watch as she walks away from me and out of my life again. It's starting to feel like a never ending cycle—in again, out again.
As I walk back to my truck I feel the stares of people looking at me. I’m used to it. I walk as though I don’t want company, which is true. I don’t. I turn, feeling eyes on me, and see someone I haven’t seen for a very long time. He looks exactly the same as he always does—bald, built, and intimidating. He walks directly to me, nods his head, and looks me up and down.
“You here to see her?” he asks, his head nodding over in Rose’s location.
That must be where she got my number, Sax has it for jobs he can’t complete due to his work.
“You gave it to her?” I question him, already knowing the answer. He nods. We stand there in an uncomfortable silence until he finally says something.
“Dinner at mine at six?” he asks. I give him a puzzled look. We don’t socialize, it’s not the way I roll with him. “Rose will be there,” he adds.
I think about it.
Do I want to see her again? I know the answer to that straight away. Of course I do.
But should I? That’s probably a no.
“Text me the info,” I say, walking past him. I didn’t just come into town just for this meet, I came to see my clean-up crew. The ones that clean up the dirty things after I’ve finished the worst of it.
“John,” I call out as I enter. His head pops out and he continues chewing on his sandwich. He waves me in and I follow. Dead bodies line the morgue and he’s eating? I may be able to kill, torture, or maim someone, but eating around dead bodies is not my thing.
“You got payment?” he asks, shoveling the last of the sandwich in his mouth and wiping his hands on his coat. I pull out a stack of cash, and he smiles with his mouth full as walks over to it.
“I just
Roger sings out hello from the front. Brett looks up, searching around for me. When he spots me, I point and mouth for Brett to serve him. He gives me an odd look, looks back to me then to the front again. I place my hands in a begging position and he finally stands and serves Roger. I stand there, listening to what he says, how sweetly he talks to his new girlfriend, and knowing it’s all lies.
I cringe when he calls her baby, and I tremor when I hear him tell her he loves her. I want to choke when he kisses her. It’s not from affection or jealousy—it’s pure hatred that I have for this man now, nothing but hate.
I sit there until they leave, I stay there even when Brett comes back, giving me a confused look. “You don’t want to serve Mr. Roger?” he asks, using his first name. This time it’s my turn to give him an odd look.
“You know Roger?” I ask, confused now.
“Yes, he’s a regular. Comes in nearly every weekend.” I groan as my hands fly to my face. Just my luck. “Look, your shift is almost over. Why don’t you just head off and I will close up?” I thank him and make my way out, noticing Casey waiting for me in her car out the front. She smiles and waves me over.
“Did he see you?” These are the first words that leave her mouth. Of course she saw him.
“No.” I shake my head back and forth.
“Well, I came to get you because we have a dinner guest,” she pipes up, starting the car and driving.
“Who?” I ask her.
“The man you said saved you… Black.”
She looked better, her color has come back to her. Her eyes aren’t as dull as they once were. She’s putting on weight, her tits are filling out, her hips gaining roundness. I watch as she walks away from me and out of my life again. It's starting to feel like a never ending cycle—in again, out again.
As I walk back to my truck I feel the stares of people looking at me. I’m used to it. I walk as though I don’t want company, which is true. I don’t. I turn, feeling eyes on me, and see someone I haven’t seen for a very long time. He looks exactly the same as he always does—bald, built, and intimidating. He walks directly to me, nods his head, and looks me up and down.
“You here to see her?” he asks, his head nodding over in Rose’s location.
That must be where she got my number, Sax has it for jobs he can’t complete due to his work.
“You gave it to her?” I question him, already knowing the answer. He nods. We stand there in an uncomfortable silence until he finally says something.
“Dinner at mine at six?” he asks. I give him a puzzled look. We don’t socialize, it’s not the way I roll with him. “Rose will be there,” he adds.
I think about it.
Do I want to see her again? I know the answer to that straight away. Of course I do.
But should I? That’s probably a no.
“Text me the info,” I say, walking past him. I didn’t just come into town just for this meet, I came to see my clean-up crew. The ones that clean up the dirty things after I’ve finished the worst of it.
“John,” I call out as I enter. His head pops out and he continues chewing on his sandwich. He waves me in and I follow. Dead bodies line the morgue and he’s eating? I may be able to kill, torture, or maim someone, but eating around dead bodies is not my thing.
“You got payment?” he asks, shoveling the last of the sandwich in his mouth and wiping his hands on his coat. I pull out a stack of cash, and he smiles with his mouth full as walks over to it.
“I just
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