"You crazy, or somethin?" The man said leaning his body against the cracked open door.
It was still raining heavily.
"Uh, no. Do you think maybe I could come in quickly?" She said shivering a bit.
The man eyed her carefully deciding whether or not to let her enter. She didn't seem all that bad, but still who goes out on a rainy day in the middle of the night and starts banging on his door like a crazy person. The man took a raspy sigh.
"Fine. But don't be gettin mud all over my floors." He said opening the door wider.
She was thankful for being let in finally, she grabbed her bike and wheeled it in the diner by hand. The man's eyes shot open with confusion written all over his face.
"You rode a bike here?" He asked, shutting the door again.
Casey put the bike against the wall.
"There wasn't anymore buses." She said turning around pushing her hair back.
"Well damn, you could've taken the subway." He said chuckling waiting behind the counter.
That was true, she thought. She should've taken the subway, that would have made more sense.
The man took out a pitcher, and a plastic cup and started pouring some water into it. He whipped his hair back again, and took a nice long spill. Making a satisfying ah sound when he finished.
"You want some water?" He said smiling with a smirk face looking her up and down.
"Ha, ha." She said sarcastically, knowing she was completely drenched.
Casey perched herself on the red stool.
"Now, what can I do you for sweet cheeks?" He said with a sneer, as he leaned forward on his elbows.
"Well, like I said before, I want the job. Right here." She said retrieving the paper, and tossing it on the counter.
The man got back up standing tall once again.
"Sweet baby jesus." He muttered picking up the soaked paper.
"What'd ya do to it, eat it?" He said with a disgusted funny look on his face.
The man had a peculiar way of talking, she thought. This man said whatever was on his mine without any regrets.
"What experience have you?" He asked crossing his arms.
Casey mouth opened slightly but shut closed never had a job before, so she technically never had any experience in the field.
"Can you cook?" He asked.
"No." She said, shaking her head.
"Can you wait tables?"
"Um, I don't-"
"Can you clean a toilet?" He said, interrupting her with a sly look on his face.
"No! But I certainly know a guy who would." She said smirking back.
The man leaned his one elbow on the side towards her direction. Almost like he was laying down on the counter sideways. He picked up the paper again slapping it a couple of times with the other hand dramatically.
"Well, I ain't seeing much here for you doll face." He said grinning like a know it all.
"You know, I don't even know your name sir." She said sitting up straighter with more confidence.
"Oh, silly me. Where are my manners. The names, Sawyer." He said proudly as he stood tall.
"Is that your first, or last name." She asked curiously.
"Hey now, that's strictly confidential information there." He said, putting his hands and arms half way up like he was at gunpoint.
"Where are you from Mr. Sawyer?" She asked, leaning forward on her elbows.
"I'm sorry, am I on trial here, or somethin? I thought I was the one askin the questions here." He said backing up against the wall.
"Hey you asked me if I clean toilets, I think I have the stage." She said like a spitfire.
The man snickered at this, and let her continue her questions.
"I'm from Jasper Alabama." He said turning his face the other way.
"Let me guess it's the accent ain't it, you like it? I've been workin on it." He said grinning and giving her a boyish wink.
Caseys brow lifted up at his attention feeling flattered but also a bit creeped out.
"I'm only teasing ya." He said with a low chuckle.
He made his way around the counter to the booth next to the giant window.
Casey turned and follow. She sat on the opposite side facing him.
"So, do I have the job?" She said shrugging her shoulders feeling unsure.
The man leaned back up against the booth crossing his arms.
"I don't know. I don't see why I should hire someone with zero experience." He said emphasizing the word zero.
"So train me then." She said.
"I ain't got time for that, I'm in the back cookin, you think I can run back and forth like a jack rabbit." He said seriously.
"Let me wait tables then, and take people's orders, it can't be that difficult." She exclaimed.
"And what happens if you mess up there order? What if you were takin an order from an old man and he can't hear today's specials." He said amusing himself.
"Then I'll speak up!" She shouted, proving she ain't as stupid as he portrayed her.
"I rest my case." He said smiling as he lit a smoke.
Casey looked up on the walk near the bathroom, reading a sign saying 'NO SMOKING'.
"Does that apply to everyone, but you?" She asked pointing to the sigh.
The man didn't even bother turning his head.
"Well I reckon my daddy ain't around to tell me what to do." He said, taking another puff.
Casey got a better look at his face now seeing him more clearly. He wasn't all bad, she thought. He was actually quick attractive, almost like one of those pretty boys she'd seen in high school. With his straight dirty blonde hair, and a short scruffy goatee beard. Along with his big emerald eyes with a dark black outline around them trapping the colors tightly within the severe. He was definitely older than her, but he still looked young and built. Maybe if he stopped smoking he'd look and maybe even feel a little better, she thought.
"So we got a deal?" She asked bring her hand out waiting for his hand.
He looked at it and then looked back at her with no expression.
"Imma need your number though." He said.
Casey took her hand back half-way feeling unsure.
"For work purposes ya pervert, so in case I need you." He said rolling his eyes.
"Oh, yeah, of course." She said extending her hand again towards him.
He took her small soft hand firmly in his rough one shaking it up and down.
"And I'll call you for my girl problems too." He said smirking.
Casey laughed softly at that, but hoped he didn't call her for that type of reason.
"So when do I meet the boss?" She asked curiously.
"What makes you think you ain't speakin to him now?" He said removing his cigarette from his lips.
"Oh, well I mean, you just don't strike me as one that's all." She said honest.
"What'd ya think? That I'm the garage boy?" He laughed loudly.
"Well, yes actually." She said slightly grinning.
"Hey now, you better watch it. I just hired you, I'd hate to terminate ya."
"I'm only teasing." She said winking.
"Ha ha I see you learn fast doll face." He said chuckling.
It was now 5:55 in the morning. She was out all night, riding throughout the city getting to know the streets a little better. Now that she has a job she thought, she might as well learn a couple of new short cuts. This was definitely a new feeling for her. Casey felt in charge for the first time. But she knew it would come to an end sooner or later. She still had to go back, she'd be homeless if she didn't return. She's been doing this for years now, running. It gives you that thrill of a feeling of being free and open in the world, but drops down fast knowing this isn't reality.
Casey road back to the house, she wasn't that far now. Just up the block would she have to face more dysfunction. She had a new scar to add to the collection of sorrow written all over her body. Her many layers stuck hard to her frame, who knows if she could even get her last shirt off she thought, considering she was bleeding from the wound. Just up the street was her house, she crossed over making it to the other side.
Casey noticed her uncles truck wasn't there. She rode the bike up the driveway and bounced off the uncomfortable seat. She just through the bike on the side of the house, causing it to hit the trash cans and falling hard onto the ground very loudly.
Suddenly the door next story opened quickly. Popping out was Dennis looking concerned but also anger in a way. She had trouble reading his unusual facial expressions towards her. He walked down his porch and came to the short fence dividing the two property lines. He stopped immediately seeing her, and her appearance.
"Your shirt. It's all dirty, everything is dirty." He said in a serious tone.
"Yes I know, had a long night out. A night on the town." She said casually.
"Well, maybe you should clean it, with some bleach." He said.
Casey just stood there and listened.
"I have some inside if you need any, at anytime. Maybe now you'd-"
"Dennis, I'm fine I just going to shower this all off." She said pulling and swiping the dirty off her jacket.
"You don't look fine. Did something happen?" He asked curiously.
Casey's eyes widen a bit but stopped herself as her heart pounded out of her chest.
"What do you mean?" She asked already knowing what he meant.
"I heard shouting. Late, last night. Coming from right here." He said putting his hands behind his back.
"Oh, that, it was probably my Uncle. He usually watches the game and kinda goes a bit overboard." She said chuckling trying to lighten the mood.
Dennis just stared at her, he knew when a child was lying, he should know.
"I just-" He paused for a moment looking at her.
She may have looked dirty and inflicted, but he still saw those dark black eyes making his inside strive for something greater. He'd always admired her, she was different from the rest, he knew that the first time he'd ever laid eyes on her. But he knew better, he had to be good, after all Patricia said that he can control his inner beast.
"I'm here, if you ever need anything." He said with niceness.
Casey stayed quiet for a moment, no one has ever said or offered something like that to her. Casey's body eased up a bit at this, she felt somewhat a little better.
"Thank you." She said softly closing her eyes and opening them again slowly like a cat.
Dennis just nodded his head slightly, backing up stilling feeling uncomfortable seeing her filthy clothing drape over her body. Dennis rubbed the back of his neck unsure of what to do next.
"Your shirt. Don't forget." He said seriously.
"Ok, I'll see you later Dennis." She said walking up the porch.
Dennis did the same feeling awkward. Casey headed inside and shut the door as she made a small smile. Dennis just continued to look over even though she wasn't there anymore. He took a sigh as he entered his home.
*Buzz Buzz*
Her phone went off as it vibrated the whole bed. She picked it up fast seeing who it was.
Sawyer: 'Don't forget work starts Monday at 10:00 . And try to look purty, not like last time just gettin out the Mississippi River!'
Great advice she thought sarcastically. She didn't write back already knowing what she had to do tomorrow morning . She sat crisscrossed on her bed leaning against the wall. Inspecting her door before it still worked opening and closing it, but sadly the lock was broken. It frustrated Casey knowing her only protection was wrecked. Casey improvised by putting her chair under the door knob, wedging it under there tightly. So he wouldn't be able to come in that easily.
Casey wore her big black sweater, keeping her extra harm underneath. Seeing that her uncle wouldn't pay much to get heat, she stocked up on her old blankets and thick sweaters. But in the end she still wanted some cool air too. She opened up her front window, and walked around to the other side opening the other window. She looked down sticking her head out remembering the bike she took was still on the side of the house. She was so fired up and just didn't care at that point she didn't even realize she'd forgotten to give it back before she came home.
Hearing the cracking from the house next store the window opened as well. Casey's head shot up at the sound seeing strong hands lift up the giant window. The houses weren't far apart, everything was very close together, but not close either to leap over onto the other side.
"Hey, didn't I just see you?" She said teasing.
Dennis turned his head back, then faced her again in a confused stiff motion.
"Oh um..., I'll leave you alone." He said pulling his body back in.
"No, no! I didn't mean it like that. I was just playing." She said, reaching her hand out feeling bad.
She had to remember who she was talking to. It wasn't like talking to Sawyer the easy sly talker, saying whatever came to his mind with no consideration. Dennis was the complete opposite type of man. Guessing the only thing they might have in common was they were both well built, and tough, she thought.
"You want me to stay?" He said knitting his brows together.
"I mean, yeah sure. If your comfortable hanging out a window." She said crossing her arms together like a pillow for head on the ledge.
Dennis tried doing the same as her but failed. He tried to look casual maybe on one arm and his other hand holding his head up. His body didn't want to work with him, knowing he'd never really hung out as she called it, of a window. He just felt really uncomfortable at this point.
Casey watched him struggle trying to position himself, she was guessing from his awkward body movements. The face that he made you would think that he was on his unbearable period, she thought. She hid her mouth behind her big sleeve covering her grin as she still rested her head.
"So you still never answered my question." She said aloud.
Dennis looked up towards her and then dropped back to the ground. He remembered the question, having something to do with music.
"I don't really listen to music, maybe the radio here, and there." He said, being fixated on his curtains trying to straighten and clean them.
Never in Casey's life has she ever heard or even met someone for that matter who doesn't listen to music. That's just weird, she thought, everyone listens to some type of genre of music.
"Wow." She muttered to herself in complete and utter shock.
"Ok, well, moving on." She said.
"Well what about you, what do you like?" He asked.
"I don't know, I like alternative rock, metal, country, all in that order." She said moving the hair out of her face.
Dennis shrugged at her answer not having much to say considering he'd never listen to that type of stuff anyways.
"Who's bicycle is that?" He asked out of nowhere.
It caught Casey off guard for a moment remembering it was there. She should have just thrown it in the backyard.
"It's mine." She said casually.
"No it's not." He said quickly, still cleaning his drapes as he sat on the edge of the window.
Casey stayed quiet for a moment.
"Yeah it-"
"Who's is it?" He asked, interrupting her.
"Ok look I just borrowed it because I needed to go somewhere." She said, sitting up straight, leaning over the edge.
Dennis looked at her for a moment then went back to what he was doing.
"Aren't you going to asked where I went?" Casey asked feeling confused.
"No." He said straightforwardly.
Casey just took a sigh letting her one arm handle over the edge. She wished she knew how to talk to him a little better.
"I know I'm not much of a conversation." He said softly.
Casey looked up at his words.
"Never have been."
"Yeah, me either." She said feeling down.
It got silent fast. Casey felt sad for a moment knowing she was never good at conversations either. Especially being isolated and cast out for all those years.
"But, I don't mind talking to you." He said looking at her directly.
Casey heart skipped a heart, feeling a zap of electricity rush through her. She actually felt happy for a moment, now knowing someone actually didn't mind her company. She didn't have much to offer, so she gave him a little smile.
"Would you ever want to do something?" She asked, even questioning herself.
"Do what?" He asked, as his eyes shot open.
"I mean, we could go for a walk sometime." She said, even thinking to herself where would they go anyways.
"Um, a walk? I- I- uh-"
"It's ok if your busy, maybe in the near future." She said trying to lighten up his stiff tension.
He eased up a bit at that last part. A walk, he thought, going on a walk with a young lady like that would get him into trouble. Still feeling conflicted, and having difficulty controlling his thoughts and strength deep down. He had it good right now for the first time in years, he knew that, but he didn't want to destroy everything he'd worked so hard for to get the horde here. Plus, he did almost kidnap her along with those two girls. It wouldn't have ended well at all for anybody. Dennis knew Patricia was still disappointed in his decision that very day. She could have shut him out of the light at any given moment, but she knew better than to get rid of him so fast. If there savior wasn't coming, then he'd have to take its place, for now.
He looked over again recovering from his deep thoughts only to see Casey yawning.
"You should get some rest Casey." He said, almost ordering her.
"Yeah, your probably right." She said, rubbing her eyes.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She said reassuringly.
Casey smiled a bit but looked downward shyly.
"Goodnight Dennis." She said as she closed the window, along with the thin drapes.
Dennis got up as well, seeing she already closed it, he was closing his as well. Stopping half way as he looked at her now closed darken window. He inhaled a deep breath of cool air, as soft eyes appeared showing a weak spot.
"Goodnight, Casey." He whispered gently.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
She slammed her hand on the alarm clock with a groan escaping from her mouth. Moving the strands of hair out of her face to see the time.
* 9:45 *
Casey paused for a moment as her brain began to register.
"Holy shit!" She yelped, as fear ran throughout her body.
Jumping up fast struggling to remove her pajamas. Work started in fifteen minutes and she wasn't even at the bus station yet. Grabbing her bra as she tried getting it on, along with throwing on a pair of jeans and layers topping it off with a long black sleeve. Reading again seeing * 9:47 *.
"Damn it." She said mumbling.
Tossing on her jacket and grabbing her strap over bag. Double checking she had all her belongings inside. Removing the chair barricading the door and rushed out immediately heading for the front door.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" The uncle said walking around the kitchen corner.
"Not now." She said aloud opening and shutting the front door quickly.
Casey jogged to the bus stop just making it in time as she jumped aboard.
Patricia watched standing near the front window as the young girl ran from next store down the street. As she sipped her tea carefully with one eyebrow raised suspiciously.
* 10:05 *
She read getting off the bus.
"Come on." She said whining.
Casey started running again to the corner finally where the diner had appeared.
Seeing her running from outside behind the glass, and entering the diner.
"And here she is ladies and gents on her first day! And late!" Sawyer shouted pensive aggressively with a smirk.
It was loud inside, pots and pans clanging together, along with lots of people talking loudly to one another. Everyone was getting breakfast and brunch. The place looked so different with more people in it, it seemed even more cramped then all the people outside on the streets.
Casey walked around the counter trying to stay out of the other waiters way.
"Did you get your beauty sleep?" He said joshing her.
"Sorry, bus was running late." She said removing her jacket putting it on the wall.
"Hmm, yeah sure it was." He said sarcastically rolling his eyes, as he headed back into the kitchen.
Casey put her hair up in a cute bun. Sawyer came back out shoving the door open as he walked towards her.
"Here put this on." He said handing her a cherry red t-shirt.
Casey took it as she unfolded it.
"Just put it over your long sleeve, this ain't beauty school." He said handing her a name tag too.
Casey put on the T-shirt fast and attached the name tag placing it on the side of her chest.
"Now, this is going to be your best friend." He said handing her a pen and a small paper pad to write down the orders.
"Ok now, you take an order. Write it down. Stick it up here by the kitchen window. We cook the food, then ring the bell when its good for munchin. Got it, any questions?" He said speaking quickly.
"Yeah I-"
"Ok we're good to go! Now, time is money." He said clapping his hands loudly once cutting her off.
He got up making his way around to the kitchen again.
"Oh yeah, and here's the apron for your stuff." He said throwing it through the kitchen window.
Casey tied it tightly around her tiny waist.
"Oh ya and about that old man-"
"I got it." She said giving him a look as she cut him off.
Sawyer smirked at her, whipping his hair out of the way.
"Oh my lord! Don't put that meat there ya stupid!" He shouted trailing off as he faced the other works towards the back of the kitchen.
Casey laughed a bit hearing him yell like a crazy person. Well, here she was, and it was time to get to work.
It had been at least three hours now. She'd gotten the hang of taking orders and delivering them to the correct person. Casey was thankful for not messing up any of the orders. The tips she had received were ok, she thought, just getting a few dollars here and there by the end of her hard work.
Casey headed to the next table as she took out her pen and paper out again.
"Hi, may I take your order." Casey said looking down at her pad turning over to a fresh page.
"You have got to be kidding." The voice said with a girlish attitude.
Casey head lifted up hearing the familiar voice. Speak of the devil, she thought mentally rolling her eyes. It was Tammy, Claire, Marcia, and two other guys. She hoped to never see these people again. But now she might be seeing more people from her past sadly.
"Hey guys, can I start you all off with drinks?" She said trying to avoid any conversation.
"I'll take a Pepsi." Claire said cheerfully.
"Sorry we don't have Pepsi."
"What a surprise." Tammy muttered sarcastically.
David laughed like a child covering his face with the menu.
"Is Coke fine?" Casey asked trying to give another option.
She didn't know all the drinks very well, but she didn't remember seeing any Pepsi's. It was hard to find a restaurant that even served Pepsi.
"We'll just have water all around." Marcia chimed in.
"But I wanted a Sprite." David said removing the menu from his face.
"What're ya five? Just order what you want stupid." Tammy said crossing her arms.
"Ok then. Water all around, coke, sprite, is that all for drinks?" Casey asked starting to feel a bit annoyed by their stupidity.
"A-hem, I would like a Corona." Tammy said snobbishly towards Casey.
"We don't serve beer to underage customers." Casey said simply.
"Seriously. Can't you just sneak me one?!" She said sounding disgusted.
"Hmm, no sorry I can't." Casey said.
"Tammy just let it go. It's too early to be drinking anyways." Claire said pulling her head out to see Tammy better.
"Yeah, I think we're fine with those drinks for now." Marcia said smiling trying to ease the awkward tension.
"Ok great." Casey said turning around fast heading to the bar.
"Ha, Ha, Tammy can't drink!" David teased pointing at her.
"Oh my god will you just shut up already." Giving him a death stare.
He continued to laugh with his other friend next to him.
"Look guys, can't we just have a good time." Claire whined.
Tammy just rolled her eyes as she looked over at Casey doing the drinks.
"Can't drink can I." She whispered with a devious snear.
Casey continued to fill the drinks up in their narrow plastic red cups. She walked to the refrigerator retrieving the soda cans.
"Hey, how's it goin?" Sawyer said nonchalantly, leaning his body on the door casually.
"Never better." Casey said still feeling slightly annoyed
"Hmmm, then why the long face doll?" He said crossing his arms lazily.
"It's.., it's nothing, really. I mean, it seems no matter how hard we try to get away, people always manage to find you." She said softly as she shrugged her shoulders.
Sawyer thought about it for a moment. He didn't want to ask her anything on that or get into her girl business.
"Have you ever been found by someone who you'd hope to never see again." Casey asked morally.
"Nope, that's why I moved here." He said smiling at her as he went back into the kitchen.
Casey slightly grinned at his answer. She could picture him packing his bags and leaving from his trailer park. Placing all the water on the giant black plate, she carefully picked it up and made her way to the booth.
Tammy turned her head slightly, on the corner of her eye seeing Casey emerge.
Casey held the plate with both hands tightly trying to stay focused. Only a few more steps she thought.
Sawyer was moving the boxes of fresh hamburger meat to the side. He whipped this hair out of his face as eyes got drawn the Casey bring drinks to the table. He smiled at her thoughtfully seeing her struggle with carrying drinks. At least she was making an effort, he thought. Most girls who start out don't care or even value there customers with respect as they should.
The red headed girl stuck her foot out, causing Casey too stumbled forward. Unable to control her body from falling and spilling half the drinks. The drinks landed on the guys, leaving big splash marks hitting the table hard getting some on the girls as well.
"What in the hell." Sawyer muttered turning his head with a confused look on his face.
Casey froze with embarrassment as it washed over her completely.
"I- I-..."
"What the fuck man!" The guy shouted as he stood up.
The whole restaurant turned to see the commotion.
"What's your deal!" Said David grabbing the thin napkins.
"I'm sure it was an accident!" Marcia said putting her hands out trying to calm them.
"Watch where your going you stupid bitch!" Tammy shouted over Marcia.
"I-I'm sor-"
"WOW now! Just wait a damn minute!" Sawyer shouted from behind the kitchen, as he slammed the door wide open shaking the wall.
Casey knew this was it, she was going to get fired. All this work for nothing, she thought. Casey braced herself.
"Um, HELLO! Excuse me, your waitress just spilled water all over us!" Tammy complained.
"Zip it red I saw what you did." Sawyer said with his brows knitted tightly together.
"What are you talking about!?" She yelped acting innocent.
"You can act dump with your jock friends here but you ain't gonna fool me now." He said pointing at finger at her.
"It was an accid-"
"And trippin somebody when there tryin to serve you. That's the oldest trick in the book. For god sake I invented that!" Sawyer exclaimed in disbelief interrupting Casey.
"No way she tripped her! The freak is already unstable." Said one of the guys.
"Well I don't like what you're insinuating boy." Sawyer said with a whispery dark southern tone as he leaned his body on the table closely facing them.
The group felt a bit of fear hearing the mans devilish tone.
"Not so tough now are ya?!" Sawyer said smirking in satisfaction.
"Now why don't you do the right thing here. Apologize. Then leave." He said tilting his head towards Casey.
The group got up from there seats looking down. The boys looked at Casey and said sorry as they headed for the door. Tammy went straight for the door without even bothering to apologize. Claire and Marcia hugged her apologizing for Tammy. Casey didn't wrap her arms around the girls hugging her. Sawyer went to the front entrance opening it and leaning his body out.
"Ya'll don't come back now ya here!" He shouted giving them one of his famous devilish smirk as he tilted his head laughing a bit.
He headed back inside shutting the door to turn and face Casey. Suddenly stumped realizing she wasn't in the room anymore. Everyone continued to starred at Sawyer.
"What'cha all lookin at shows overs folks." He said bring his arms out, and then slapping them back down to his thighs.
His heavy footsteps lead back to his kitchen, just as everyone else went back to there food.
"Hey you see where doll face went?" He asked one of the cooks.
"Back there boss." He said pointing his thumb to the back door outside.
Sawyer made his way to the back pushing the door open carefully. Poking half his body out to automatically see Casey sitting on the last step with head on her hands. He took a sigh, walking out the door fully and shutting it from behind. He put his hands in his pockets not knowing what to do next exactly.
"No crocodile tears now please." He said jokingly as he laughed nervously.
Casey didn't move once. Sawyer walked to the bottom of stairs as well and sat next to her. Her tiny frame looked so gentle, as his towered with strength.
"Uh, I- um...," He felt perplexed on this sensitive matter.
He wasn't one to help out someone who was sad. Remembering he was one of those teens at one point in his life. He wasn't the nicest to the nerds as he recalled back in High School, if anything people actually wanted to be him. Getting the lady's and showing off his Harley. Plus not having the best upbringing didn't help with his naïve and selfish personality as a kid. Seeing now that he use to act that way to people just as they did to Casey made him feel like a giant shit head bastard child. Sawyer knew he was still immature in some ways, calling her doll face and all, but it was his personality he couldn't change that. Its what made him that lovable dashing jokester.
"Ok look kid don't let those assholes get to ya now. It ain't worth it." He exclaimed.
"I'm sorry it happened to ya." He said padding her back trying to console her.
Casey slightly picked up her head, wiping her eyes with the end of her sleeves. It was soaked with tears.
"I thought you were going to fire me?" She asked nervously.
"Fire you!? And give that whole horrible old man pep talk again to some other dyngus!" He laughed aloud slapping his jean pants.
"Yeah.., I guess you're right." She said sniffling lighting up a small smile.
"Ya there ya go, ya see now, I'm never wrong. Don't be shreddin no tears on my watch!" He said chuckling.
"If anything your doin a damn good job!" He said with joy.
Casey smiled towards his thoughtful help, he wasn't the best at it but he certainly did try.
"Thanks. I really appreciated it." She said turning to face him.
"Oh stop ya makin me blush." He joked.
They both smiled at one another.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Sawyer opened the door for her.
"Who is she to you?"
"No one, I know not of her."
She thought hard for a moment.
"I know you Dennis, don't forget that."
Dennis stayed silent for a moment facing towards the floor.
"Shes a pretty girl. Wouldn't you say Dennis?"
Dennis didn't want to answer such a question.
"She's young."
"I can see your making progress." She said making two small hand claps.
"I'm trying to be good."
Patricia worked with Dennis, shes known him for years now, protecting the Horde was the main focus of there very existence. She could have control over him if she desired to if he betrayed her ever again. One snap from her fingers is all it would take to shut him completely out of the precious light for good. But with her devious and relentless demeanor she had other plans in mind.
"What would you say if I told you I know a way to bring him back to us?" She asked pacing her body back and forth as she held her scarf tightly around her body.
Dennis knew Patrica well, well enough to say she believe in astonishing things. He wanted to believe too if he was real, but what if he wasn't? Then what? Would we lose our faith, and all that we stand for? Dennis didn't question her though, he knew better.
"If you believe he will come. Then I will follow." He said standing tall.
"Good." Patrica said nodding her head in satisfaction.
"But when?" He asked.
"Soon, but not yet. I must think for now, then we will discuss in further detail." She said softly.
And just like that she left. Dennis folded the scarf neatly placing it in the drawer. He looked in the mirror with determined yet doughy eyes. He didn't like being asked questions when it came to young girls. Dennis was like one big safe, he kept all his darkest secrets deep down inside, no one would even be able to open him. No one would ever be able to find the key.
He knew he shouldn't be socializing with anyone outside the horde. He wasn't very good at talking anyways. Dennis had to stop his thoughts, that part in the back of his head warned him to cease now before he does something he'll regret. He didn't know her very well, but he knew enough to say she was kind. His body still felt drawn to her. She was different from the rest, so he hoped. Admiring those dark mysterious eyes. Dennis began to clench his fists on the table. Her luxurious hair draping down her shoulders gracefully. His muscles began to grow thick. Envisioning her dancing under the moonlight as she turned her head seductively at him as she removed her clothi-
"NO!" He shouted loud enough for the whole town to hear.
Dennis slammed his fists hard on the table as he breathed heavy. The table rattled harshly against the wall. He looked away from his reflection feeling ashamed.
How could he think such thoughts on such a young girl, it was a sickness, something that he sadly had to cope with for the rest of his very existence.
"And where were you today?" He asked seeing Casey walk through the front door.
"Work." She said holding out the flyer.
The uncle took it from her quickly with a look of disbelief and confusion. She didn't work, he thought, she never did anything. He skimmed through the wrinkled damaged paper. He let out a big laugh.
"You?! Work here!?" He hollered pointing from her to the paper.
"Yes. What so funny about that?" She asked.
"Nothin I just didn't believe you were the type. I found you more to be a stay at home cookin for the family type of girl." He said chuckling.
Casey wanted to choke this man to death with her bare hands if she could. She headed towards the staircase making her way to her room.
"Bring me some food next time will ya!" He yelled loud enough for her to hear from downstairs.
Casey slammed her door shut moving the chair back in its place under the door knob. This day was pretty interesting, she thought. First she was late, second she spilled water on a bunch of brats, which was pretty satisfying. She met a nice yet crazy man who happened to be her boss. In the end it turned out ok she thought. Casey laid flat on her bed kicking off her boots.
She wondered how Dennis was doing today. She'd hoped to see him one last time before she went inside. Sadly he wasn't outside on his porch, she wasn't going to go to his front door just to say 'hello'. Maybe she'd see him tomorrow, if she has the time hopefully.
Sorry for the delay! Summer went too FAST! lol
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