a really good guy. I didn't know what good guys were. Hell, I
made it a habit not to know. I'm sure you have already heard plenty of stories
about me, and I wish I could say that none of them were true, but they are.
Anyway, it is what it is, but I do know one thing for sure. When a man like
Madison comes knockin' at your door, offerin' ya the world, you take it. No
questions asked."
I began
fidgeting with the earrings that hung on a metal tree. "Why are you
tellin' me all of this? Not that I don't appreciate it and all, but you don't
really strike me as the type of girl to look out for other girls' best
interests. No offense."
"None
taken, hun. I care for Madison. I've known him since we were in sixth grade,
and after what happened with his daddy, that boy deserves someone who is
willing to give just as much as he is. I just want you to make sure you are
that girl. If not, just let him go."
And with
that, she was headed out of the shop. I stood back abashed. I had a million and
one things running through my brain at that moment, and not one thing was
makin' any sense. She was right about one thing though, Madison deserved so
much more than I could give at this point in time.
It was
getting closer to closing time, so I started my endless list of chores before I
could close up. As I made my way back to check the dressing rooms one last
time, I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the full-length mirrors. I looked
like one of the zombies from The Night of the Living Dead. My face was pale and
looked frail. I had deep-seated bags underneath my sunken in eyes and my lips
practically matched the color of my skin. I ran my fingers through my dried out
unkempt hair, letting out a loud sigh.
I shook my
head as I made my way back behind the counter to gather my things. I was done
sitting around waiting for life to get better. Things weren't goin' to change,
unless I changed them. I would no longer play the martyr. It was time for me to
take my life back from that piece of shit that thought he could take it away,
again.
I closed up
the store and ran out to my truck. I had two stops to make and I needed to make
sure I got them done in enough time to be home for dinner. My first stop was at
the local beauty supply store. I threw my truck into park and ran inside the
shop before they closed. I checked the time on my phone and realized I only had
twenty minutes to get what I needed and pay.
I went to
the hair product and dye aisle first. My hair was naturally a pretty shade of
brown, but as of late it was starting to look a bit mousey. I picked up a few
different colored boxes, comparing them to one another before settling on one
that also came with bleach to add some highlights. I grabbed some of the more
expensive shampoo and conditioner and a great oil treatment for when I used my
hair straightener or curling iron.
Next stop
was the makeup aisle. I barely wore any makeup as it was, but I figured if I
was changin' my look, I could use some freshenin' up in this department too. I
grabbed a few different shades of eye shadow, black eye liner, and some lash
extending mascara. When I glanced down at the almost full basket I was
carrying, I figured it was time to go. I made my way up to the counter to pay
with five minutes to spare. The lady who owned and ran the store was a stickler
for closin' on time, every night.
I paid for
my purchases and hopped in my truck. The last place I needed to stop was the
local grocery, and that happened to be the only 24-hour place in town, so I
wasn't too worried about gettin' there in time. As I made my way down the main
road through town, I noticed a guy walkin' down the road who looked a lot like
Glenn. If I hadn't known for a fact that Glenn was in Arizona with Madison, I
would have sworn it was him. I drove past at a glacial pace, taking in the odd
similarities that this guy and Glenn shared. It was uncanny how much they
looked a like. As I passed by, he glanced up and gave a small wave.
made it a habit not to know. I'm sure you have already heard plenty of stories
about me, and I wish I could say that none of them were true, but they are.
Anyway, it is what it is, but I do know one thing for sure. When a man like
Madison comes knockin' at your door, offerin' ya the world, you take it. No
questions asked."
I began
fidgeting with the earrings that hung on a metal tree. "Why are you
tellin' me all of this? Not that I don't appreciate it and all, but you don't
really strike me as the type of girl to look out for other girls' best
interests. No offense."
"None
taken, hun. I care for Madison. I've known him since we were in sixth grade,
and after what happened with his daddy, that boy deserves someone who is
willing to give just as much as he is. I just want you to make sure you are
that girl. If not, just let him go."
And with
that, she was headed out of the shop. I stood back abashed. I had a million and
one things running through my brain at that moment, and not one thing was
makin' any sense. She was right about one thing though, Madison deserved so
much more than I could give at this point in time.
It was
getting closer to closing time, so I started my endless list of chores before I
could close up. As I made my way back to check the dressing rooms one last
time, I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the full-length mirrors. I looked
like one of the zombies from The Night of the Living Dead. My face was pale and
looked frail. I had deep-seated bags underneath my sunken in eyes and my lips
practically matched the color of my skin. I ran my fingers through my dried out
unkempt hair, letting out a loud sigh.
I shook my
head as I made my way back behind the counter to gather my things. I was done
sitting around waiting for life to get better. Things weren't goin' to change,
unless I changed them. I would no longer play the martyr. It was time for me to
take my life back from that piece of shit that thought he could take it away,
again.
I closed up
the store and ran out to my truck. I had two stops to make and I needed to make
sure I got them done in enough time to be home for dinner. My first stop was at
the local beauty supply store. I threw my truck into park and ran inside the
shop before they closed. I checked the time on my phone and realized I only had
twenty minutes to get what I needed and pay.
I went to
the hair product and dye aisle first. My hair was naturally a pretty shade of
brown, but as of late it was starting to look a bit mousey. I picked up a few
different colored boxes, comparing them to one another before settling on one
that also came with bleach to add some highlights. I grabbed some of the more
expensive shampoo and conditioner and a great oil treatment for when I used my
hair straightener or curling iron.
Next stop
was the makeup aisle. I barely wore any makeup as it was, but I figured if I
was changin' my look, I could use some freshenin' up in this department too. I
grabbed a few different shades of eye shadow, black eye liner, and some lash
extending mascara. When I glanced down at the almost full basket I was
carrying, I figured it was time to go. I made my way up to the counter to pay
with five minutes to spare. The lady who owned and ran the store was a stickler
for closin' on time, every night.
I paid for
my purchases and hopped in my truck. The last place I needed to stop was the
local grocery, and that happened to be the only 24-hour place in town, so I
wasn't too worried about gettin' there in time. As I made my way down the main
road through town, I noticed a guy walkin' down the road who looked a lot like
Glenn. If I hadn't known for a fact that Glenn was in Arizona with Madison, I
would have sworn it was him. I drove past at a glacial pace, taking in the odd
similarities that this guy and Glenn shared. It was uncanny how much they
looked a like. As I passed by, he glanced up and gave a small wave.
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