His Biggest Fear
He woke up to the sound of the alarm beeping. Slamming down hard on the snooze button he sat up rubbing his face with his hands. The tall man got to take a shower to forget everything that had happened that night. Running his fingers through his wet hair and all he could think about was her. Her Blonde locks that traveled all the way down her slender back, her blue eyes sparkling in the light. That slim figure he loved to put his hands around again and again. He couldn't stop thinking about her. But he knew she wouldn't come back anytime soon….
Not after what he said
Once he got out of the shower putting a towel around his waist and going through his drawers to find his work clothes. He may not have had the best job but he dealt with it. It may not have been what he wanted to be when he grew up but he still loved it. Randy got into his truck and drove off listening to the Eminem and Rihanna on the radio. He turned his head
seeing a little boy playing with his toy airplane and a woman in the front he assumed to be his mother. He shook his head at the sight of the woman yelling over the phone between her head and her shoulder. The cigarette in one hand and holding the wheel with the other, he couldn't believe how careless and stupid some people could be. He pulled in the parking lot of Vince's Carpet Care Center. Yep a carpet cleaning business. The most popular and the most successful carpet cleaning business to be exact. He had been working there for about 5 years now. As soon as he got through the doors he was greeted by the twins, Brie and Nikki, Vince's "personal" assistants. Everyone knew what was happening behind closed doors they just didn't talk about it at work including Randy. When everyone had found out what Vince, Nikki, and Brie had been doing they had promised they wouldn't tell Linda, Vince's wife. "Hey Randy" the two said in unison. "Hey" Randy said after a short while of silence and walked away with his head down he wasn't in the mood to talk. He got to his cubicle and put his stuff on the inside of his bottom right drawer. "Sup Orton" John said looking over
across from his cubicle. John and Randy were best friends and had been since high school. Randy just looked at him, sighed and looked back at his computer. "Did you guys have another fight again?" John said kind of tired of the situation. Randy stayed silent. "Do you need to stay over my house again" John asked reluctantly. Randy would stay over John's house every time they got in a fight and she would kick him out. "Not this time….. she left" Randy said his voice low and full of desperation and regret. John looked at him for a while then sat back in his not wanting to bother him anymore.
After 10 hours of work, Randy turned off the computer and got his stuff from the drawer. Finally. He thought to himself. He opened the door with his keys and set it on the table beside him. He pressed a button on the telephone. "You have no messages" the voice on the telephone spoke bluntly. Randy sighed and went back up stairs to drown himself in sorrow.
Author's Note:/
so this is my first story ever so please no judging
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