I'm still unsure of this one, I need opinions on whether or not to continue with this story.
Shattered plates. Broken glass. Upturned furniture. Hinge-less doors.
The latest results of her step-fathers drunken rampage left Beth distressed as she stood in the doorway and assessed the damage to her house.
The door was beyond broken; she'd have to dispose of that before he woke up. The floor was in no condition to walk on barefoot, so she carefully tip-toed over the broken shards of glass until she reached the kitchen. The sight was all too familiar. The drawers and cupboards were open and empty, the contents of which were scattered all over the floorboards. Tears filled Beth's eyes. Ever since her Mum's death just under a year ago, Beth had been stuck living with the abusive man her mother had married.
Beth sighed as she pulled her long dark hair off her face. It was going to take a lot of strength to move the door, but luckily she'd had practice. She bagged up as much of the rubbish she could manage and chucked them in the back of her 89' Chevy truck before making her way back inside for the broken door. She used all of her strength to haul the door outside and when she reached her truck she rested the door against the trunk of it and crouched down, wiping the sweat from her forehead and catching her breath.
"You need a hand there, Miss?" Beth looked up to see a twenty-something tall, blonde geek approaching her. For a geek he wasn't at all bad to look at, but Beth knew better than to talk to 'outsiders'. The last time that had happened her step-father had gone crazy, threatening to kill her in cold blood. She stood up and got back to work, politely replying, "Thanks but I got it,"
"Are you sure?" he pressed, taking a step closer, "That door looks sorta heavy," Beth sighed, it was heavy. She glanced up at her step-father's bedroom window. It could be hours before he woke up and by then Beth could have the heavy stuff at the scrap yard and the guy could be gone.
"Sure, okay then," The geek smiled and Beth watched in shock as he lifted the door into the back of her truck without effort.
"You got a name?" Beth asked him.
"Jacob Jensen," he replied almost immediately with a polite smile, "call me Jensen though, everybody else does. You gonna need a hand un-loading these? 'Cos I got nothing else to do with my day. I should be working but my team said I could have the day off as they have no jobs for me, so it's no trouble," Beth smiled.
"Yeah that'd be great, thanks Jensen," said Beth. Jensen flashed her a pearly white smile and climbed into the passenger seat of her truck.
R&R :) Be honest.