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EPOV:
Nothing beats this feeling. Kicking back on my couch after a long, hard week of work with an icy cold beer in hand while I wait for my number one woman to finish cooking me a delicious dinner. Yep, doesn't get much better than this.
Well...I guess it could. I mean, it's not actually my couch and my number one woman is really my mom, but hey, I'll take what I can get. And despite my horrifically boring first day, the rest of the week wasn't that bad.
Because I'd proven myself to be pretty much useless in the store, Mom threw me the keys to her van and told me I was doing deliveries from now on. Yeah, pretty sweet gig, I know. It'd been years since I'd driven anything bigger than a ride-on lawnmower, so when I first got behind the wheel, it was like I was sixteen all over again. I stalled the engine once or twice and clipped the curb more times than I could count, but eventually I found my groove and was back burning up the streets of Forks like I had when I was a teen, until Mom called with another order.
But as stupid as it sounds, I wish I had more, harder work to do.
The cell block that I was housed in was in a separate part of the prison and was reserved for young, first timers like me, and because, for the most part, we were all in there for pretty harmless things, we were allowed to work outside the prison, doing gardening in maintenance jobs. So over the years I kinda got used to having a routine of hard work and, if I'm honest, I miss it a little.
Not that I'd ever admit that to my Mom. Hell no, not when she's happy to wait on me hand and foot.
I don't bother looking up when I hear the front door slam shut, it's probably just Carlisle again. That fucker has been here every night this week, and as much as I really don't want to think of him and my mom doing anything, it's pretty fucking hard to ignore when I find him sitting at the kitchen table every morning, still wearing the clothes from the night before. Ugh...
"Fucking hell!" I shout as a body comes flying over the back of the sofa and slamming into my arm, spilling my beer all over my lap. I wipe at the wetness with my sleeve and glare at the squirming little shit beside me for busting in on my relaxing moment. "Uh, excuse me?"
"You're excused," he shrugs dismissively. "Can you pass me the remote?"
"No," I snort, snatching the remote off the side table and stuffing it under my leg. "It's my house, so you'll have to watch what I want to watch."
"No it's not, it's Nanna Esme's house," he argues, crossing him skinny little arms like some shrunken tough guy. "And Nanna Esme always lets me watch cartoons when I'm here."
I grind my teeth, remembering the promise I made to Bella. Sure, she's not here, but I have no doubt that Lucky will dob me in to her if I don't do what he wants.
"Here," I grumble, tossing the remote at him, conveniently missing his head. See, I can be nice.
"Thanks," he says cheerfully, clicking through the channels until he settles on the one he's looking for before relaxing back on the couch. 'Cause I'm too lazy to get up, I end up watching it with him. It's a weird little show about a kid and a dog and creepy talking candy, but I have to admit I kinda like it, and I find myself chuckling along with Lucky.
"This is my favourite show," Lucky offers quietly. "'Cause Finn is just like me."
"Oh yeah?" I ask curiously. Personally, I can't think of anyway that Lucky is like the kid on TV. "How so?"
" 'Cause he was found in the woods by Jake's mom and dad when he was a baby, and they took him home and raised him, just like my mom did with me," he says matter-of-factly, like he didn't just make a fucking mind blowing revelation.
Bella found him?
What. The. Fuck?