"Goodnight Miss Stackhouse" he said, the smirk slowly sliding off his face.
Grabbing the door handle on my way out of the office I pulled it closed, taking my time, feeling the line between us closing also.
Heading back into the bar area I said my goodbyes to the bartender. With a nod from him I knew he would slowly warm up to me. I laughed inwardly, ill crack that nut. Pam was again sitting at the bar twirling her hair in her perfectly manicures fingers looking absent and bored.
"I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow night, thanks" was all I could muster, she was hard to read and I didn't even think I wanted to know what went on in her head. She always seemed like she had some played out fantasy going on in there. But to my surprise she was back in the present when I spoke to her. Her eyes glancing over at me and a small smirk to her beautiful perfect lips.
"I guess we will"
That's it? That's all I get from all of them? No questions, no inquisition? I wasn't really sure that I should think, maybe they see this stuff all the time. Maybe they don't care or maybe they are just waiting for me to show them more, or tell them what I am and what I can do. Again I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this point. This job is physically and mentally draining. Maybe I should just go home, leave again, that's what I'm best at. But where would I go, I don't have a home. They only real home I've ever really had were with Gram.
Exiting the building heading towards my car and grabbing out my keys. All the thoughts and feeling of the last few years, months, days and hours started to boil over. Gram is gone, the only person who truly knew me. She knew me better than I did. Getting into the car, the quiet and the stillness of the small cocoon that was almost a safety blanket and at sometimes my home for weeks on end. the coolness of the air that had been trapped inside felt prickly on my skin, pulling my skirt down my legs feeling modest and alone I felt the tears fill my eyes. 'Not here, I can't do this here' I thought as I laid my head on the steering wheel pulling my arms around me.
Feeling the rush of everything over me at once I couldn't control the sobs as I sit in my shitty little car outside a vampire bar in a town that I told myself that I would never return to. Sobbing hard into the steering wheel now, feeling the shudders of my body shaking, uncontrolled. Coiled up in distress I never heard the faint knock on the passenger's side door.
Knocking again this time with a little bit more enthusiasm I looked up from my steering wheel steering at the one person who I never would have thought would be standing outside my car watching me sob hysterically.
Wiping away as much as a could off of my eyes, 'what must I look like right now' I thought as I wiped off the running mascara from down my face. Looking back to the person standing there, his features not giving anything away, blank stare.
"Let me in Ana" was all he said and all he needed to say. I unlocked the door and adjusted back into my seat looking down at my hands. 'This I don't need'