The Never Ending Saga of Mr. Benson
Chapter Three
Marissa POV
Seattle, Washington
I stopped at a fast food restaurant because I needed to eat and change my bandages and Freddie probably needed fed changed. I walked into the restaurant, to see that it was a bit run down, but it looked like a good place to eat lunch. I looked around, and a woman, who looked like she was in her late twenties sat on the counter, looking at a magazine.
"Hello and welcome to the Shay's Diner. Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.
"First do you have a restroom so I can change my son?" I asked.
"Follow me," she said, talking me to the employee room. In there was a changing table and a bunch of other stuff. "Why is this in here?"
"I have a 4 month old daughter. When I bring her, I take her back here," she said.
"What is your name?" I asked, as I lied Freddie down and grabbed a diaper out of the diaper bag.
"My name is Karen. Karen Shay," she replied.
"My name is Marissa. Marissa Benson." I began to change Freddie's diaper.
"Where are you from?" Karen asked.
"Arizona," I replied, picking Freddie up and beginning to rock him to sleep.
"Oh. I lived here forever. My husband is in the Air Force and on his breaks from all the traveling, he comes here and works," she said, I guessed, trying to make small talk.
"Is he home now?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch on the one wall.
"no, he left a few months ago. He returns in a few days and then he is home for 6 months. I can't wait to see him," Karen said.
"Well I'm glad that he is defending our country," I replied, not really sure of what to say.
"Where is your husband?" Karen asked, looking at my ring finger.
"Oh, he's...um...on a business trip," I lied.
"Oh," she replied. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, what do you have?" I asked opening my purse grabbing my compact Mirror. I checked my hair to make sure that my cuts where covered.
"What is that?" Karen asked, referring to my arm, looking at the one cut that I forgot to cover one. Crap.
"I cut my arm at work," I lied.
"I've seen cuts like this." Was she gonna figure it out? Please don't let her figure it out. "Youu left your husband after he hurt you, didn't you?" she asked.
I nodded my head, looking down.
"Don't worry, I won't judge. Do you have a place to stay?" she asked.
"I didn't plan on stopping here, but something told me to," I replied.
"Well you can stay with me till you land on your feet," she said.
"That is so nice of you," I replied.
"I really don't have anyone to talk to around here. No one really stops here, and when they do, all they do is ask for is directions to the Space Needle. I tell them and they are gone in an instant," Karen said.
"Well how can I repay you?" I asked.
"You can work here with me till the end of the month when the Diner closes down," she replied.
"I have my nursing degree, I don't know if that is much help," I said.
"I have an idea, you can work with me till the Diner closes and then you can go to Seattle hospital and see if they need a nurse or something," Karen replied.
"I like that idea," I said. Karen smiled and I grabbed Freddie and we walked out of the diner and we got into our cars and we started the drive to her house.
Leonard, POV; Las Vegas; 3 Weeks Later
I was stumbling, looking for any sign of that bitch and that boy. All I cared about was getting her back, and I didn't care is she hit me in the process. The entire time from the apartment, I stopped at every bar and store, any place that was open. Of course they have never seen her. All I know is that she could be in a damn plane headed out of the country.
I walked into a bar and I looked around. I saw a bartender and smiled. I needed a drink. I walked over.
"What can I get you?" he asked.
"Something strong," I replied.
"Okay then," he said, walking around and grabbing a class and filling it with something. He then sat it in front of me.
"Have you see this woman?" I asked, when he brought me another drink.
"No, I have never see her before," he said, looking at the photo.
"Damn," I muttered.
"Why is something wrong?" he asked.
"Yeah, she is my wife and has been missing for weeks now," I said as a threw a shot back.
"Oh, I am sorry," he said, giving me another shot. I threw it back also.
It was about 12 shots and 5 beers later, I saw a woman, she looked almost identical to Marissa. I bought her a drink and we chatted. Then before I knew it, I was in the back of my car, making out. It went further than that.
"We need a hotel room," she muttered against my neck.
"I fucking agree," I growled before I kissed her.
We went to a hotel, and the only thing that was going through my mind was:
I can stay in Vegas for a bit. I mean Marissa has the kid, so she can't do nothing major, can she?
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