Chapter 6: Workin' Girl's Blues
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Third Person POV
After picking up Eliza from Alice's house, Evie and Eliza both quietly snuck into their own house for the night. After making sure Eliza got in her bed safely Evie tip-toed towards her room, only to find her stepdad was waiting for her outside her bedroom door.
"You think you can spend yer night screwin' boys and then come back 'ere? Get outta 'ere, ya whore!" he screamed; raising his fist. Evie cowered in fear, waiting for the blow; but it never came. She raced into her room and packed up all the things she needed. She grabbed her bag and quickly ran towards Eliza's room.
"Naw, she's stayin'," he slurred. Evie tried to argue, but her stepdad threw his bottle at her head. His aim was slightly off, so it shattered on her arm. She cried out in pain.
"You better leave 'fore I kill you, slut," he screamed. Evie backed into a corner and out of options, ran from her house. She had no idea where to go, so she laid down on a park bench.
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"Jesus, Steve! Stand up for Christ's sake," Soda griped. Steve only gave Soda a stupid grin.
"I swear, if Darry beats my head in for bein' late 'cause I had to drag you home, I'm gonna be furious," Sodapop complained.
Steve groaned as his stomach churned. Soda looked over at his friend and rolled his eyes. 'This is exactly why I don't drink,' he thought as Steve blanketed the sidewalk with puke.
The smell of beer and vomit hit Soda's nostrils, making him wrinkle his nose on distaste.
"If it was anybody but you Steve I would leave you passed out here," Soda muttered; more to himself than anyone.
"If I was with anybody but you I'd nev'r woulda drink tha' much," Steve retorted. "Imma g'nna be soo hungover," he mumbled. His words were slurred together, almost incomprehensible.
"It's yer own freakin' fault, genious."
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Evie desperately tried not to drop another plate at work. Her hands shook as she collected plates. Her mind was on Eliza and heck, the other half of was in Florida. Sandy had yet to return any of Evie's letters, and now any letters Sandy might send went to her old house.
Evie walked into the back, willing the tears not to fall. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying herself to sleep last night.
As soon as Deborah, Evie's boss and friend, walked in she noticed Evie's condition.
"Are you sick baby?" she coed. 'I'd rather be sick, that'd be so much easier.'
Debby was only in her twenties but she acted like a mother to Evie, but cross her and you'd have some big problems.
"What's wrong?" Debby's voice was so caring, so motherly that Evie could barely hold back her tears. Debby placed a cool hand on Evie's forehead, checking for a fever.
"Hay fever," she lied weakly, but seeing as Debby didn't buy it she broke down sobbing; the realities of her situation hitting her hard.
"Sandy, she-she's in Florida. She slept around on Soda and got... pregnant. My dad kicked me out," Evie's voice was fading, her words choked by sobs. "Eliza... She's still there. Still there with my dad." Her sentences didn't make sense anymore, so Evie just cried and Debby let her.
"Poor Evie. Why don't you stay at my place tonight an' we'll grab Eliza while your daddy ain't home. Sandy'll be okay, you can't worry yourself sick over her. Get in the car, sweetie," Debby assured her; her words were so comforting, but Evie had one last question.
"Get in the car? Why? I still have three hours left of my shift," Evie sighed.
"Joseph will cover for you," Debby proclaimed without a hint of conviction.
"Thank you, Debby," Evie said gratefully.
"Don't mention it, sweetie, 'sides, I ain't letting you sleep outside in the rain and catch your death. All you need is a nice warm shower and a good night's rest."
A/N: I'm changing the title, again. The new title will be 'Don't'. I have never changed a title so many times before.
I'm sorry that this chapter took so long. I just recently got addicted to 7.06andcounting's Stevie stories, and I couldn't bring myself to write, I just wanted to read more! But I forced myself to write on Tuesday. I hope that this chapter was worth the wait. Cheer Evie up by sending a review. I'm kinda stuck on where to go, so any suggestions are appreciated.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee