Chapter 2- Samantha's New Life

Samantha woke up to the sound of someone pounding on her door.

"What?" she yelled.

"Get off you're ass, it's after one."

"One more hour."

"No get up now, you're not gonna lay in that room and piss your life away," Bill commanded.

"Fine," Samantha said pushing the covers off of her body. She stretched and then opened the door to face her irritated father

"You can't be sleeping 'til the crack of noon everyday…you need to be up at the crack of dawn."

"But no one will hire me, dad."

"Have you searched?"

"No."

"Then how can you assume, you know what happens when you assume."

'Yes I know."

"Besides you've been on the internet for hours at a time since you've been here, if you haven't been searching for jobs what have you been up to," he said with a raised eyebrow, "Have you been watching porn?"

"No! I wouldn't do that."

"Okay, but you better start using your time constructively. Find a job," he said before closing the door.

Samantha plopped down on her bed and sighed, "Guess I better start with the paper."

"But, first things first," Samantha said making up her bed, "Time to freshen up."

"Good afternoon Sam," Sarah said when Samantha entered the kitchen, "Would you like me to make you a plate of lunch?"

"Yes mom,:" she replied.

'I'm just gonna go get the paper."

Samantha found her plate of steak and mashed potatoes on the table with a salad.

"Mmmmm looks delicious," Sam stated.

"I see you're finally gonna look for a job," Sarah said pulling out a chair.

"Yeah," she said checking the classifieds.

Samantha searched the job section and found several openings.

"Find anything?" Sarah asked.

"Well I can be a cashier, a janitor, a garbage man, a waitress, or a beggar on the corner," she replied.

"Well who's hiring?"

"McDonald's, Wendy's, Burger King, Luciano's, the city, and my old high school."

"Which one are you takin'?"

"Whichever one pays," Bill said.

"I'm not taking the garbage man or janitor job."

"What if it pays lots of money?" Bill questioned.

"It's embarrassing, so I don't care."

"She'll be living here forever," Bill said leaving the room.

"Don't mind you're father he's just- don't mind your father."

"Oh shit!"

"Sam watch your language."

"Mom I'm 31."

"I don't care."

Samantha rolled her eyes, "Today is the last day for all these available jobs in this paper."

"So you better get your ass to these interviews."

"All I have is fifty dollars."

"Don't worry mommy is here, now let's work on that face…"

"Mom…"

"What? You want a job or not?

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"I'm home," Samantha yelled as she locked the door behind her.

"How'd it go?" Sarah asked.

"I got a job."

'That's great honey, which one?"

"Well it's between the cashier and waitress job…I'm thinkin' waitress."

"Well that's great. When do you start?"

"Monday."

"Good, so you won't be sleeping your life away."

"What's the pay rate?"

"Ten an hour plus tips. I work four to twelve."

'Sammy got a job," Bill said hugging his daughter.

"See you're back on the workforce, now manage your money well."

"Yes dad I know how to manage money," Samantha said going to her room.

"I see a better future for her," Sarah said.

"Let's not hold our breath yet. Her journey has only begun."

In her room….

Samantha took out a sheet of paper from under her mattress and took out a pen. She checked off the first item.

"Now I have to do more research on Randy and his woman. Find out what they've been up to, where they live work…any details. Then operation revenge will be in play."

Samantha laughed at her plan, "I'll give them the shock of their life."

Sarah knocked on the door and Samantha frantically shoved the paper below her bed.

"Do you want me to heat up your lunch?"

"Yes thank you."

"And after they go to sleep, it's research time," Samantha told herself as she got out of her interview clothes.

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Samantha snuck down the hall and went into the study. She closed the door behind her and went on the computer. Once she was connected to the Internet she googled the hell out of Randy and found minimal results. All she could find was wrestling information on Randy, but she did find a link to Tamaya. She found out about her marriage, three kids, and that they still lived in the St. Louis area. Samantha tried to find out where, but was unsuccessful.

"That's okay, I'll take a walk around on my work break and ask people around if they know them."

Samantha turned off the computer and yawned, "I'll get those son of a bitches if it's the last thing I do.

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