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NEW BLOOM

My day so far was typical, cranky toddlers, picky customers and rude cooks. All in the recent days of the life of Rose-Anna Leduc.

"Rose!" A booming voice rang from the other room. I quickly took all the dirty dishes from the table I had just served and pilled them into a large tray.

"Rose!" The voice roared again, this time with even more angry annoyance than before. I stormed into the dirty old kitchen, holding a tray of empty glasses in my left hand and my right hand on my right hip.

"Look, Jones you can't be yelling at me if I'm serving customers!" I bitched at him, all day he had been purposely trying to get on my nerves. After all, I was the new waitress and he felt as if I had to be 'trained' this way.

"All part of your training Rose." he snickered, his double chin folded. I quickly rolled my eyes, but made sure he had not seen me do so. I was annoyed with him..but In a strange way I was using this as an opportunity to get some anger out.

"Anywho" He turned his fat little rat looking body around and took out a large soup ladle and fiddled around in the back a little. "I need t'ya to stay abit late, Monica says she cudnt find er'self a babysittr fer those brats of er's ." His thick southern accent made it a bit hard for me to understand, but I definitely understood the ' stay late ' part.

"No, nuhuh, i got shit to do after this Jones!" My arm got tired so I slammed down the tray on the cleaning table behind me, surprising the meek dishwasher boy. I turned back to face Jones. I had my amrs crossed in a pissed off manner, throwing my hips into it as well I had worked at this place 'Janey Girl's Bar n Dinner' for about two months now, getting as many shifts as I could so I could support myself and my fiancé.

"Ya listen er girl" Jones leaned in closer to me and quickly waved his soup ladle back and forth, splatting the sweet potato mixture on the floor. "Ya do what I say; I don't know how it works up there in Cahnahda, but t'ere in the U.S.A we listen to our superiors." His breath was raunchy, and had smelt like he had eaten road kill all day. Disrespecting my home country was not helping the boiling anger rising in my belly.

"Esti..." I spoke softly but with fire under my breath. I had a real bad habit of swearing in Quebec French. I directed my eyes to the floor, counting to ten to help myself calm down. I had never, ever in my life been one to take or even follow orders. I tightened her fists, and closed my blue eyes to help her calm down even further.

"Ar ya even liste'nin to me!" He yelled in my face. The customers had certainly heard the fat man's shouting. He opened his slobbery mouth for a moment but was cut off by me.

"Sure.. whatever." I looked at him straight dead in the eyes, his dark brown ones on my light blues. I cupped my face with her left hand and leaned my head lazily into it. Grabbing my face was one of those weird things that calms me down.

Jones stopped dead in his yelling. He was very surprised by how calm I had gotten, he thought for certain he had broken the new girl down into a hissy fit for sure. "Now, git ta work." He broke the long eye contact we held for his own good, the death looks I was un-knowingly giving out could scare the devil himself. He hustled back into preparing tomorrow's sweet potato soup.

I stormed out of the kitchen area, but retained what cool I had left to serve the rest of my waiting customers. I took a brief moment to check my hair and makeup in the waitress station. my long, dark brown hair was in a neat side braid and what little makeup I wore managed to cover up my blemishes. I caught my own eyes, I stared back for a moment, taking in a little much needed time for myself.

Lately things weren't going my way. I had so many problems, all were suffocating and I struggled everyday just to keep my mind off them.

"Honey, are you alright?" A familiar soft voice and a light touch to my left shoulder snapped me from my staring contest with myself. I quickly clued back in and looked to my left. It was my co-worker and friend, Dianna Gregory. Dianna had quickly become one of my good friends at the dinner, despite the large age gap between us two.

"Ya..ya i'm fine." I lied to the older women beside me. I smiled a soft, but re-assuring smile.

"Trouble at home sweety ?" Dianna asked, I replied with a loud sigh.

"Il talk to you about it in a bit," I paused and looked over to see a group of young girls pile into the dinner. I quickly gathered my things.

"Pen, notepad, menus." softly under her breath I whispers and picked all my supplies up and headed towards the large table. The girl's sitting there hadn't of been a few years younger than me, only about 19 or 20.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" I made sure to smile sweetly. I held my notepad up, ready to write their drink order. It had been about 9 Pm at the time, about the time I would of been going home at if it weren't for Monica and her damn kids.

The girl's focused their attentions towards me and began to order.

"Alien secretions x 3, palm bays x 2 and 5 pina coladas." mumbled quietly to myself as I wrote down the orders.

I smiled at the girls and quietly walked off towards the bar, but was stopped by Dianna and pulled to the side.

"I got this dear." Dianna went forward and softly grabbed my notepad.

"Nono!" I insisted. but, I really, really needed this money.

"I see the look'in yur face." Dianne smiled, the type of smile my mother would of given me. "Why don't cha go home and relax fer a bit, you're not scheduled till next Wednesday anyways."

I really thought about it for a quick moment. I had been going through a real rough patch in my life , and starting to think the offer Dianna was giving me was for the best.

"Thanks Dianne." I pulled the older taller women into a long hug. My head had only made it up to about Dianna's shoulders because of how short I am.

"Ya git yourself back home now, go get yourself some sleep an il' see ya on Wednesday."

I smiled and nodded , then walked over to the waitress station. I quickly passed the closing kitchen. Jones was giving the dish boy shit for not washing one of his containers properly, either way Jones was one of the biggest assholes id ever met in my life.

I grabbed my tight, old leather jacket from my hook and put it on and zipped it up. It had gotten a bit tighter on me during the past years, but i've had the damn thing since I was 16 and was not about to throw it out anytime soon.

With a smile I grabbed my purse and quickly walked out the backdoor, grabbing my smokes and lighting one up as I walked towards my fiance's old ford truck. He let me use it for the night while he stayed at home.

I unlocked my doors and quickly hoped into the drivers side, taking a long drag from my cigarette,exhaled and sighed. I quietly sat there for a moment, taking in and relaxing after a long day of serving some grumpy ass people. I started the ignition and with a click and a rev of the old engine I took off.

After a few minutes of driving I began to fiddle with the dash radio until I found the local news station. I smiled, rolled down the old windows and took in the sweet Georgian air. It defiantly wasn't the clean, north smelling air of B.C .. or Quebec, but after my long day of torture..anything smelt good. Rolling slowly down the old back roads of Atlanta towards my fiance's old broken down farmhouse was relaxing for me. The long 40 minute drive everyday has almost always calmed me down after a long stressful day, bumps and all.

A somewhat startling news report caught my ear, breaking my relaxed state.

"Over twenty reports of citizens being attacked and 'bitten' by other human beings reported through out Georgia." I looked down towards the radio with a strange look. Honestly this had to be a joke, but then again .. April fool's day was long gone.

I listened further and figured that the reporters were joking, so I turned off the radio and kept driving further down the back road. Dusk had settled in as the sky turned a darker tone and the stars shined a little brighter than before. In the near distance I saw the lights of my small farm house glowing. I drove a little further and made it near my driveway as I noticed an unfamiliar vehicle in my drive way..

With a puzzled look on my face I pulled in almost silently. My heart dropped slowly, and a sneaking suspicion grew in my head. Maybe it was one of his friends? Billy did live here all his life, certainly he had friends I haven't met yet.. my mind trailed to darker things

he couldn't be..

I got out of the truck, grabbed my purse and snuck up real quiet onto the front porch. I had always been pretty skilled in sneaking, I used to camp in the deep brush with my cousins for weeks in the summer, hunting almost daily. I sort of developed a soft natural step that way. Quietly as I could I opened the old oak door, only a tiny squeak came from it.

Even more slowly and silently I walked, this time on my toes towards the living room. What I saw made my heart shatter.

My fiance, Billy completely naked with a blonde bimbo fucking on my couch. On my fucking couch.

"What the fuck is this?!" I stared in disbelief. The two horn-dogs instantly stopped and he tossed her of quickly of his lap. She landed on the floor with a loud thud, I hope her ass had rug burn because of it.

"Sugar I could explain!" he got up and walked towards me. The blonde covered herself up and just stared at us in shock.

He was two feet away from me and I broke down. "How can you do this! how could you do this to us! Hot tears rolled down my face like an overflowing waterfall. Unable to control myself, my knees buckled and shacked and i fell to the floor absolute agony. My heart had felt like it had been put through a paper shredder and then stomped on.

"I..I" Billy tried to speak, but he stood there, not knowing what to do.

"How ...how..could you .." I said in between sobs. The blonde had gotten her clothes on, and snuck out the kitchen window..

"I thought you.. I thought that you were working late and..." I cut him off, I had gotten to my feet and punched him straight square in the face.

"Three years.." I sniffled, and began crying again, this time not as hard. My knees weakened again but I kept myself up and leaned against the door frame.

"Three FUCKING years Billy! THREE FUCKING YEARS!" I screamed. He held the side of his face. He got slowly got closer to me, and hugged me tightly making hushing noises to calm me down.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" I swing my arms as hard as I could to get out of the hug he had me in. He was a big man, and he was not about to let me go so I could whack him in the jaw again.

"Just let me.." He said tried to calm me down, he wrapped his left arm around me and grabbed my face with his left hand softly. Billy looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm sorry Rosie.. I really am" Tears welded in my eyes as I looked into the eyes of the man I loved, three years and this.. this happens.

"No."

"Get out." I looked him dead in the eyes. "Get out of my house."

His expression changed from soft to hard, he let me go, but quickly pinned me against the wall and gripped my shoulders and clawed into them.

"What did ya jus say?" the grip on my shoulders tightened and began to hurt even more.

"I SAID GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" As I screamed in his face, emotions ran rampant through me and I screamed my head off. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BILLY."

He pushed me into the wall harder than before. The back of my head smacked against the wall in a loud thud.

"YOU don't kick me out of MY house!" he pushed me harder and a crazy look ran through his face. He had always had a temper, especially when drunk and guessing by the bottles of whiskey him and his whore had scatters across my living room, he had been drunk off his ass.

I sobbed quietly and looked to the ground, his eyes burned through me as I felt his hot breath against my forehead.

I had a turn of heart, i stopped crying slowly and looked him dead in the eyes. "I'm leaving tommorow Billy, I'm not coming back." "You can keep the damn house I just never want to see you EVER again." my voice was venomous, poisonous with anger.

"Honey.. please don't do this..please." He begged softly, but his hard grip on my shoulders had not seized He was still boiling inside. I had known him long enough to know.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight." I thrusted my left shoulder as hard as I could and he released me from his grip, never breaking eye contact.

"But baby.."

"DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME BILLY, THIS IS THE LAST FUCKING TIME I TAKE YOUR BULLSHIT, WERE THROUGH!" I pushed him out of my way and walked towards our bedroom. He stopped dead in dis-belief

Don't do this Rosie! what will you do without ME? YOU CANT DO ANYTHING WITHOUT ME, WITHOUT ME YOU ARE NOBODY!" he screamed behind me. I knew any moment now he would try to grab me and hurt me again. Luckily I made it towards the room before he could, I swiftly slammed and locked the door on him. He caught up to the door, tried to open the door but realized I had locked it. He banged angrily on the door. At first I was scared, he was a big man but nothing could ever break down the solid oak doors that separated us. I knew that for sure, this wasn't the first time I had made him sleep on the couch.

I flicked the light on and grabbed the first large bag I saw. my old Hockey bag, filled with old junk I had not unpacked since moving to Atlanta. I quickly emptied the bag and pilled what was in it into the closet, not caring if I made a mess of the place. Him and his bitch could clean it up after I left, I did not give a fuck.

Billy pounded even harder on the door. "ROSE, ROSE PLEASE DON'T " he screamed and hollered. If he wasn't drunk he would of been taking this a hell of alot better. Fucking drunk idiot had made one to many mistakes.

I stuffed the large bag with an assortment of different things. I mainly packed the things I needed to have for a few days. Shirts,pants,bras,underwear and more were stuffed into one side of the bag, an old box filled with memorials and and my old leather jacket filled it halfway. I opened the dresser drawers hastily and emptied them on the floor, grabbing some bottles of Advil and putting them tightly between my clothes.

Reality hit me and I began to slow down, it hit me hard I began to cry again, more softly than before but still enough that it gave me an even bigger headache than the one I had already.

"Rose." Billy called out softly, he probably had heard me crying. "I love you Rosie.." He paused for a moment. "That ring I know your still wearing, that ring means I love you." I looked down at my right hand, my ring finger held my most precious possession my engagement ring to Billy. I cried even harder now than ever before. My body collapsed over my sports bag, i cried deeply into it.

"Let me in Rose..let me in." My mind wasn't listening, my entire body was hunched over and everything in me was poured into my aching heart and then cried out. I was broken, absolutely broken.

Hey guys ! this is the end of my first chapter of IN BLOOM. I promise to get more into the actual story in chapter 2, this chapter was more of an introduction to Rose and what happened prior to the actually apocalypse.

Thanks for reading! much love - JAy