... I hope by now you've forgiven me about my lack of updates... sorry again.
One thing Gwen hated about working at a fast food joint were the horribly disgusting hours.
She and her brother had to take on multiple jobs when there dad passed to help their mom. For Gwen, one of these jobs was as a chief at 'Hatchet's' - the local 24hr burger place.
Despite the cheaply made food and the just-above-the-passing-level grade awarded to them by the health department, the gig wasn't so bad. Relaxed employee's, calm customers, and above-the-minimum-wage pay made it all worth while.
What Gwen hated were the shifts.
Being a student, Gwen could only work two shifts; the evening shifts right after school, or the late night/early morning shifts.
The latter ran from 9pm-3am.
Gwen loathed this shift. The hours were dreadful, there were almost no customers, and Gwen was always tired for school the next day. The only good that came out of it was that she would never run into anyone from school. Not that anyone would pick on her, but it was always awkward making food for someone in your math class.
It was 3:30am, and Gwen was driving home. The car radio was blasting metal music and the air-conditioning was cranked to the maximum level to keep her tired eyes wide. Whenever she hit a red light, she would start screaming along to the music as to avoid dozing off at the intersection.
"Almost home," said Gwen out loud to herself (she needed to keep her mind awake). "Almost home then-"
Gwen was interrupted when something on the side of the road caught her eye. She was just about to pass a church when she noticed two figures dressed all in black. They were spray pairing satanic symbols on the walls of the church, and also taking huge gulps out of glass bottles. After squinting her eyes, Gwen could see that they were beer.
Now, at this point, Gwen was extremely over-tired. And in this state, she thought it was a perfectly responsible idea to pull over and kindly ask whoever it was to stop. Yes sir, Gwen was going to approach two drunk men in the dark with no one around to help her if she needed it - clearly, she was REALLY over-tired.
She pulled her car into the church parking lot. Even though her music was still cranked, and her headlights were beaming bright, the culprits didn't seem to notice her. Maybe they were that under the influence, or maybe they just didn't care. Either way, Gwen was going to put a stop to whatever they were doing! … even if it wasn't the best idea.
"Excuse me!" called Gwen as she stepped out of her car.
They didn't turn around, but Gwen could hear them howling with laughter.
Gwen growled a little to herself, then slammed the car door shut behind her and started to storm off in the direction of the two men.
"Hey!" barked Gwen as she neared the two. "Stop, or I'll - "
"What the f-… oh shit!" stumbled one of the men. His back was still to her, but he seemed to be acknowledging that she was here. Gwen stood her ground and folded her arms. Maybe it was stupid of her, but she wasn't going to back down.
Then, one of the men turned around. When he did, his teal eyes went from 'lazy drunk' to 'extreme happiness' at the sight of her.
Gwen almost passed out when she saw who it was.
"Duncan?" she asked quietly.
"GWEN!" yelled an extremely happy, and extremely drunk Duncan.
Later, when Gwen looks back on this idea, she'll realize how stupid it was. But in that moment, seeing Duncan there instead of some no-name criminal, she felt more scared for her life than any other occasion.
Why? Because Duncan had a violent reputation. And right now, he was drunk. Anything could happen.
Duncan chucked his spray-paint bottle to the ground and started stumbling in her direction. Gwen felt herself slowly backing away from him. However, in his determination, he caught up to her and gave her a huge bear hug.
"Gwen! Gwen! Gwen!" he sang loudly into her ear. "I've missed you soooooooooo much!"
Gwen - with her arms trapped at her sides - looked over Duncan's shoulder to see that the other man had taken a seat against the church wall, and start chugging the rest of his beer. He was a latino man - probably around Duncan's age - and look quite charming. That is, if he hadn't been wasted out of his mind.
"What are you doing here, Duncan?" asked Gwen. She tried to hide the slight fear in her voice.
Duncan pulled away from her, but kept hold of her by gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "We're pulling a prank!" cheered Duncan "Me, my buddy Alejandro-" the latino cheered at the sound of his name "and Geoff! Well… my ex-friend, Geoff! He's a fucking loser!"
Gwen wanted to ask Duncan if he meant 'Geoff' as in 'Bridgette's Geoff', but there were other - more important - questions on her mind.
"You're prank is to spray-paint the church?" she asked. It was a pretty dull prank for Duncan. Whenever he would spray paint something, he signed his name so people knew who it was. Spray-painting to him was more of a hobby, not a prank. And knowing this about him, Gwen figured there was more. And all she wanted was to find out!
"No no no no no no no!" said Duncan, shaking his head dramatically "This is only a part of the prank!" Gwen cocked her eyebrow, to which Duncan beamed at her and cheered; "We're Satanists!".
Gwen felt her breath become stunted in her throat. Duncan was a troubled kid, but being a Satanists was a whole other thing. Now, Gwen was even more scared than before. Duncan: drunk, violent, Satanist. Not a safe mix.
"You're… you're a what?"
"Gweny!" said Duncan, not paying attention to her inquiry. "You know, I like you… a lot! Like, A LOT a lot! Like, you're soooo hot, and sooooooooo smart!" Gwen started to notice that Duncan was pulling her closer and closer to him.
"Duncan, stop!" command Gwen.
Instead, Duncan pulled her in for another tight hug. "EEEEHHHHHHH! Always playing hard to get!" Suddenly, Duncan pushed her away again and gave her a wonky smile. "Hey! I got an idea! You should join our prank!"
The colour from Gwen's face completely drained. "Duncan. No!"
"It'll be fine, you just need to cut your hand open like me, and -"
"DUNCAN! I SAID NO!" she yelled as she pushed him away.
Duncan stumbled backwards a bit, but was able to catch himself before he fell down. When he caught his footing, he gave Gwen a puzzled look. He seemed confused at her response, and didn't understand why she didn't want to join in the prank with him.
"Wh-what?" he stuttered. Although he wasn't trying to move, the drunkard found himself unable to stand still, and had to control himself before stumbling over.
"I said, 'no' Duncan."
Duncan frowned for a bit, then clenched his teeth.
Gwen's heart started to race. She could tell by his expression that he was pissed. Actually, he was angry. Very angry. Gwen started to back-up again - ready to run away incase he was to charge at her.
But, to her surprise, he just stood there. As the moments passed, Duncan's look of anger, turned to one that was more disappointed.
After a while, he finally spoke. "So you're just going to leave me then, huh? Just like my best friend? I thought you were cool chick, Gwen."
Gwen didn't know what to say. She went to open her mouth to speak, but when nothing came out, she closed it again. This, apparently, went a lot deeper then the goth had figured.
Duncan extended his arms out and started to smile stupidly. "I guess you just can't handle my sense of humor!" he laughed sarcastically. Then, he turned on his heel and started walking back to the wall. Although his friend was also drunk, he seemed to be getting worried at Duncan's actions. "Well you know what? Chicks are a dime a dozen! You think you're too good for me? HA! Other way around sweetheart!" he called over his shoulder. Picking-up a beer bottle, he began to chug the rest of it.
Gwen just stood there, frozen and hurt. But the second she felt a tear come to her eye, she spun on her heels and stormed for her car.
Duncan, hearing her footsteps, stopped and turned back to Gwen. He suddenly had an overwhelming sense of guilt well-up inside him. "Gwen! Gwen, wait!"
He sloppily charged back towards her and was able to grab hold of her wrist. "I'm sorry, I -"
He was interrupted by a cold hard slap to the face.
He stood there for a moment - completely still - as Gwen got into her car and drove away.
Duncan watched her car drive off into the night.
Then, in a fit of rage at himself, Duncan turned to face the church wall and chucked his glass bottle at the Satanic images.
Glass went flying everywhere - Alejandro was just able to shield himself from the bits of glass as some went flying in his direction. Duncan stared at the wall where the bottle had hit for a moment. Alejandro just sat there, looking at Duncan, then to the wall, then back to Duncan again.
As Duncan watched the beer drip down the wall over an upside-down cross, he realized how truly awful he felt. In one night, he'd lost his best friend, and a girl he never even went on a date with.
He figured that the latter wasn't much of a loss as he had never really truly gotten to know her. But Gwen was different - he saw something in her that he didn't see in other girls.
And now he fucked it up. Probably forever.
Gwen had put herself in another dangerous situation as she drove home.
Her eyes were full of tears - blurring her vision, and she was letting her car speed threw the night - breaking a ton of laws, and endangering anyone else who was on the road at this ungodly hour. Even when she reached the turn for her street, she found herself driving past it, and kept her car flying in a straight line across the street.
She was hurt, embarrassed, and mad at herself for letting herself believe that Duncan might be a 'god guy' she had barely even known him and he already betrayed her. she took into account that he was drunk, and probably didn't have any control over what he had said. But Gwen was a firm believer in 'drunk words are sober thoughts' - what he said, he probably meant.
Instead of going to her house, she found she was driving to a friends. Not LeShawna's, not Eva's, but Bridgette's. She didn't know what was possessing her to drive to her fellow Wiccan's house, but something inside her told her to go there.
She peeled into the driveway, stumbled out of her car, slammed the door shut behind her and scampered to the front door. She then proceeded to bang on the firm wood until she saw lights come on.
Lucky for her, Bridgette answered the door.
Unlucky for her, she could see that her coven leader had been crying as well.
Then, in a totally spontaneous moment, Gwen asked "Geoff?"
To which Bridgette nodded sullenly and replied with "Duncan?"
Before Gwen could respond, the two of them heard another car screeching in the silence of the night. They turned to see that Heather's car had pulled into the drive-way, and she was now walking slowly up to the both of them. She was carrying a large duffle bag over one shoulder, and had her 'Book of Shadows' nestled into the opposite arm.
When she approached the two, she began to cry. "I-I have no where else to go."
Without another word, the three of them all embraced each other with a big hug.
Bridgette lead the two up to her room and the three of them spent the night talking about their issues and crying in each other's arms.
However, they fell asleep peacefully.
For, in the first time of their experience as Wiccan's, they finally truly felt like sisters.
So?
Was the ending a bit rushed? It felt a bit rushed but I just found that I had a hard time lengthening it... what did you think?
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