BTW: For those who care, Im also posting this on fictionpress.net,
different character names though. oh well, ONWARD!!!
Chapter 11
- Saving Kimmy
Kimmy stared out the window of the smelly old bus, watching blurred visions of people and buildings go buy. A homeless man a few seats down clutched a paper bag to his chest protectively, but she paid him no notice. She hated taking the bus, but she had no choice. She had tried to get Kenny to dirve her, but he was to busy planning for his kegger that evening. Kimmy would miss it though, she had work till.... was it 1:00?
The bus finally came to a lurching halt, and she got off. She quickly walked up the steps to the huge building, avoiding the eyes of various people on the street. She was rather insecure, and she had right to be. A strawberry blonde in a nurses uniform was lunch to any mugger out here. Once inside, Kimmy was greeted immediatly by a hefty black woman half- running towards her.
"Kimberely! I need you to take the desk alone right now, theres trouble upstairs!" She said, ushering her behind the desk.
"Whats happening?" Kim asked.
"Oh, the Swanson boy is acting up, just this morning he tried to stab one of the nurses with a spoon! Rustled her right up, I can say that!"
"I'll bet!" Kimmy had witnessed first hand the wrath of Butters Swanson and his cooking utensils, and knew not to get in his way when he acted up.
The hefty woman nodded, then left with her little 'half-run' up the stairs. Kimmy took her seat behind the desk, watching her leave, wondering what to do next. When suddenly the sound of footsteps on the stairs made her look up again. It was just the hefty woman again, but this time with a small paper wrapped package under her arm.
"Oh, that reminds me." She said."Sheila, from room 777 wanted me to give this to you." She handed Kimmy the package.
Kimmy stared down at the package for awhile. She shook it, the put her ear up to it, as if it was some kind of bomb. When satisfied, she tossed it under the desk and layed her head down, almost asleep.
Kimmy did fall asleep, no one bothering to wake her up. She was woken up though, by the ringing of her cell phone. She looked around sleepily for a moment, then finally pulled it out of her bag.
"Hello?"
"Hi Kim, its just Stan. How's it going over there?"
"Oh, everythings fine, I was just a.........working. Yeah thats it, working. Why did you call?"
"Oh no reason, just making sure you were okay."
"Why wouldnt I be?"
"No reason, I guess."
"Hold on just a minute." She said quickly.
Before Stan could say anything else, she had already put the phone on hold and set it down. Outside, she could see a faint figure walking up the steps. It was dark out, and she had no idea what time it was, but she assumed it was late. And visiting hours were over. The figure slowly came closer into view, until he finally walked through the two double doors and straight to the front desk.
All Kimmy could do was stare.
She had known who it was as soon as he walked in, but she had hoped she was still sleeping.
"Hello" He said, as calm as ever."I'd like to visit someone."
Kimmy choked back her fear and finally spoke. "Visiting hours are over."
"But Im already seeing the person I wanted to see." He smiled.
Kimmy felt like slapping him, but she was too scared. What Stan had said had been true, all of it. Here it was, standing in front of her.
"Kyle?"She asked timidly.
"Glad somebody recongnises me."
She slowly rose from her seat. Her legs felt like jelly, and she was about to collapse at any time. She played out two senarious in her head, one with her throwing her arms around him sputtering nonsense about how she missed him, and the other with her calling Stan and having him come running up out of nowhere and beating the crap out of him. According to what Stan said though, in either one she'd die. Just her choice of picking out which death she liked best. What a pleasant thought.
"Kyle, leave now. Please." She said, surprised at her own bravery.
"Oh come on, I was hoping we could hook up again."
"No! Leave me alone! Leave Stan alone! Leave everyone alone!"
"But I dont want to!"
She wasnt stupid, it was obvious he was toying with her. She reached for the security call, but as soon as she turned it exploded into billions of bright sparks. She shrieked, then turned away. Kyle had already made his was around the table and was now walking towards her. She shoulda gone for the easier death, this was going to hurt. She shrunk back into the corner, feeling stupid and lonely. Kyle grabbed her buy the wrists, then lifted her up with an amazing grip. She was in tears by then.
"Oh, this will be fun."
Chapter 11
- Saving Kimmy
Kimmy stared out the window of the smelly old bus, watching blurred visions of people and buildings go buy. A homeless man a few seats down clutched a paper bag to his chest protectively, but she paid him no notice. She hated taking the bus, but she had no choice. She had tried to get Kenny to dirve her, but he was to busy planning for his kegger that evening. Kimmy would miss it though, she had work till.... was it 1:00?
The bus finally came to a lurching halt, and she got off. She quickly walked up the steps to the huge building, avoiding the eyes of various people on the street. She was rather insecure, and she had right to be. A strawberry blonde in a nurses uniform was lunch to any mugger out here. Once inside, Kimmy was greeted immediatly by a hefty black woman half- running towards her.
"Kimberely! I need you to take the desk alone right now, theres trouble upstairs!" She said, ushering her behind the desk.
"Whats happening?" Kim asked.
"Oh, the Swanson boy is acting up, just this morning he tried to stab one of the nurses with a spoon! Rustled her right up, I can say that!"
"I'll bet!" Kimmy had witnessed first hand the wrath of Butters Swanson and his cooking utensils, and knew not to get in his way when he acted up.
The hefty woman nodded, then left with her little 'half-run' up the stairs. Kimmy took her seat behind the desk, watching her leave, wondering what to do next. When suddenly the sound of footsteps on the stairs made her look up again. It was just the hefty woman again, but this time with a small paper wrapped package under her arm.
"Oh, that reminds me." She said."Sheila, from room 777 wanted me to give this to you." She handed Kimmy the package.
Kimmy stared down at the package for awhile. She shook it, the put her ear up to it, as if it was some kind of bomb. When satisfied, she tossed it under the desk and layed her head down, almost asleep.
Kimmy did fall asleep, no one bothering to wake her up. She was woken up though, by the ringing of her cell phone. She looked around sleepily for a moment, then finally pulled it out of her bag.
"Hello?"
"Hi Kim, its just Stan. How's it going over there?"
"Oh, everythings fine, I was just a.........working. Yeah thats it, working. Why did you call?"
"Oh no reason, just making sure you were okay."
"Why wouldnt I be?"
"No reason, I guess."
"Hold on just a minute." She said quickly.
Before Stan could say anything else, she had already put the phone on hold and set it down. Outside, she could see a faint figure walking up the steps. It was dark out, and she had no idea what time it was, but she assumed it was late. And visiting hours were over. The figure slowly came closer into view, until he finally walked through the two double doors and straight to the front desk.
All Kimmy could do was stare.
She had known who it was as soon as he walked in, but she had hoped she was still sleeping.
"Hello" He said, as calm as ever."I'd like to visit someone."
Kimmy choked back her fear and finally spoke. "Visiting hours are over."
"But Im already seeing the person I wanted to see." He smiled.
Kimmy felt like slapping him, but she was too scared. What Stan had said had been true, all of it. Here it was, standing in front of her.
"Kyle?"She asked timidly.
"Glad somebody recongnises me."
She slowly rose from her seat. Her legs felt like jelly, and she was about to collapse at any time. She played out two senarious in her head, one with her throwing her arms around him sputtering nonsense about how she missed him, and the other with her calling Stan and having him come running up out of nowhere and beating the crap out of him. According to what Stan said though, in either one she'd die. Just her choice of picking out which death she liked best. What a pleasant thought.
"Kyle, leave now. Please." She said, surprised at her own bravery.
"Oh come on, I was hoping we could hook up again."
"No! Leave me alone! Leave Stan alone! Leave everyone alone!"
"But I dont want to!"
She wasnt stupid, it was obvious he was toying with her. She reached for the security call, but as soon as she turned it exploded into billions of bright sparks. She shrieked, then turned away. Kyle had already made his was around the table and was now walking towards her. She shoulda gone for the easier death, this was going to hurt. She shrunk back into the corner, feeling stupid and lonely. Kyle grabbed her buy the wrists, then lifted her up with an amazing grip. She was in tears by then.
"Oh, this will be fun."
