3 years later

"Valerie! Fucking pick up this damn food!" My boss screamed at me, from the kitchen. I quickly grabbed the plate of food, ignoring the burning on my already scarred skin, and gracefully gave Table 2 their food, avoiding collisions with other people and other waitresses.

I felt a tug on the short deep red skirt I was wearing, and turned on my heels, meeting eyes with a random biker. "Hey baby! What type those legs open?" He almost groaned, wiggling his eyebrows, trying to be seductive…I think. Or he was having a seizure. I was never sure.

I wished I could punch him in his groin, but I noticed my boss watching from across the diner. I just gave him an icy glare that could give a snowman the chills and walked back to the counter, checking my other tables for tabs and tips.

"Only $4! That mother fucker!" The heavily made up waitress next to me growled, stuffing the money down her bra. I believed her name was Corrine. I was not really close to anyone in the restaurant...well was not really close to anyone.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up and deal with it? What about stop wasting your fucking money on plastic surgery and your shitty make up collection! Neither is working for you." I replied, smiling sweetly at me.

"Why you little-"

"What are you going to do, bitch?" I smirked.

"You need to respect me!"

"Why? Because I need to respect my elders?" I asked, before grabbing another plant from my glaring boss. I just rolled my eyes, and delivered the food, passing the biker on my way back to the counter again.

"Come on baby! Come on and try a real man!" He said, grabbing me by my thin waist, pulling me onto his lap. I looked over to my boss and saw he was making food, completely oblivious to anything. I smirked and turned to the douche bag.

"Well sugar, I cant say no to that," I said, fake smiling at him, before crushing his foot through his fake leather boot cladded foot, causing him to give a slight yelp. Don't want your friends to think you're a wuss huh? Oh they will if you try this again. "You touch me again and I'll cut your tiny prick off. Now leave me a good tip or I will hunt you down," I growled in his face, before getting off him. Soon the bikers left, causing me to smirk and glided to the table, collecting a $20 tip for 2 $5 drinks. I stuck the tip into my sports bra, and went to the counter, putting the $10's into the cash registers.

I went into the dimmed back and basically ripped off the apron, walking to my locker. I grabbed my black messenger bag and shoved the black apron into it, then took out my Demonia black combat boots. I took off the white tennis shoes the restaurant made us buy so we don't 'scuff the already damaged floor.' I believe it was so we can't defend ourselves, assuming we didn't have actual muscles in our legs. Idiots. They don't think we actually can defend ourselves without heels or platforms. I thought, while pulling my boots on. I turned, grabbed my disturbed hoodie from the ugly green locker, slamming the door.

"Wow...You really are a freak," a heard another waitress say, from behind me. I turned to her, glaring at the barbie look alike waitress.

"So what? What are you the freak police?"

"I wish! Then I wouldn't have to see you're ugly ass face everyday," she said, going to her locker.

"Aww. Is someone still hurt from me fucking kicking your ass last week?"

"Shut the fuck up. I don't even want to hear your annoying voice any-"

"My annoying voice? You sound like you sucked down helium and your voice got stuck like that! It would explain your lack of brain cells. I really hope you get hit by a bus." I replied, walking out through the back of the diner and going to my cheap car. Driving to my house only took 15 minutes but thanks to the traffic here, it would take at least 30 to get to my house.

"Today is the 3rd anniversary of the murders of Becka and her mother, Jessy. The body of young Becka was never found but her blood was found all over the kitchen. The mothers body was found with deep slash marks all over her. The main suspect was Jessy's eldest daughter, Autumn. The daughter's father said that Autumn never got along with the family and had a violent past. Autumn has never been-" I turned off the radio, and pulled into my house. I turned off the car and rested my head on the steering wheel, breathing deeply. I have never shed a tear after I burned Becka's bodies and scattered her ashes around that warehouse. I will not succumb to pathetic emotions. Not now. Not ever again. I thought, angrily before exiting my car and walking to my door, unlocking it quickly. I locked the door again, after entering and went to my room, shutting my bedroom door as well, facing the door.

"You know it takes forever to find you," a heard a male voice say. I turned around and glared at the face I saw.