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around, she’d live for herself. There was no reason to do otherwise.
“You should start scouting, see who’s hiring. Your school helps with placement, right?”
“They do. It was one of the reasons I went with them over the others out there. I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?”
“Sure thing, babe. Talk to you then.”
She hung up and found her thoughts wandering to Snake. He’d seemed sad but steady when he left the apartment last night. It wouldn’t hurt to check on him. She quickly sent a text.
~ Support checking in. How you doing today? ~ Es
~Damn, going for brownie points, Es? ~Snake
She laughed. ~ Avoiding the question? ~Es
No, enjoying busting your balls. I’m good. ~Snake
She frowned. She hated the way technology took the human aspect out of communication. She couldn’t hear his voice or see his face to read him. I’ll let him come to me if he needs to. She thought about her response, feeling like a teenager trying to impress someone older.
All right. Unlike some, I’m headed to school. Here after 11 if you need me ~ Es
I actually work for a living, Sprite. Maybe I’ll show you around sometime. ~ Snake
His words intrigued her. She had no clue what he did for a living. She wanted to respond with something witty, but the clock was ticking down.
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She scowled as she sifted through her mail and found the jewelry store advertisement. Valentine’s Day was rearing its ugly head once more. Unlike some, she’d liked the holiday previously. A born romantic, she always went out of her way to plan something special for Everett. They’d had cozy nights in, extravagant dinners at expensive restaurants, weekends away, and a million other things she couldn’t bear to remember at the moment. Right now she was treading water. The walls were closing in once more as she moved into the job seeking phase with bartending, and continued to think about Snake more than she should. They’d taken to checking in with each other a few times a week.
It comforted her, knowing she had someone outside of her family who gave a shit. But it also made her feel guilty, like she was replacing Everett in some way as the main man in her life. She walked over to the couch, plopped down, and tossed her mail onto the cocktail table. She’d committed to change, but now she didn’t know who the hell she was. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing. She needed a sounding board, and Jolene wouldn’t be able to remain objective enough to count. It left Snake. She ran a hand through her now shoulder-length hair and closed her eyes. A faint, flickering desire to pray rose inside of her. Stunned, she sat up and looked around, almost expecting to see Jesus himself. She and the Lord had been on the outs for the past two years. The phrase ‘everything happens for a reason’ still set her teeth on edge. She’d never been mad at him for taking them. It was more about the fact that he’d left her behind.
It was the worst kind of torture. She’d spent many days asking herself what she’d done to deserve it. Nothing anyone said could make her believe it wasn’t punishment. I’m not ready to make nice with you. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and ignored the niggling feeling she was in the wrong. Ignoring the conviction on her heart, she stood. Sitting at home, she’d only wind herself up tighter. Grabbing the keys she’d just plonked down onto the table, she rose and hurried out of the stifling apartment. The place seemed to grow smaller with every day that passed. She stepped out into the chilly day, grateful for the unusual sunshine. Before she always went to the Loveland Bike Trail when she needed to clear her thoughts; it was a place she and Everett frequented. Instinct guided her in that direction, but fear stopped her short. She’d avoided the walking and bike trails there like the plague because they held too many memories.
Healing means being brave and facing shit. Am I going to continue to go out of my way to not
“You should start scouting, see who’s hiring. Your school helps with placement, right?”
“They do. It was one of the reasons I went with them over the others out there. I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?”
“Sure thing, babe. Talk to you then.”
She hung up and found her thoughts wandering to Snake. He’d seemed sad but steady when he left the apartment last night. It wouldn’t hurt to check on him. She quickly sent a text.
~ Support checking in. How you doing today? ~ Es
~Damn, going for brownie points, Es? ~Snake
She laughed. ~ Avoiding the question? ~Es
No, enjoying busting your balls. I’m good. ~Snake
She frowned. She hated the way technology took the human aspect out of communication. She couldn’t hear his voice or see his face to read him. I’ll let him come to me if he needs to. She thought about her response, feeling like a teenager trying to impress someone older.
All right. Unlike some, I’m headed to school. Here after 11 if you need me ~ Es
I actually work for a living, Sprite. Maybe I’ll show you around sometime. ~ Snake
His words intrigued her. She had no clue what he did for a living. She wanted to respond with something witty, but the clock was ticking down.
§
She scowled as she sifted through her mail and found the jewelry store advertisement. Valentine’s Day was rearing its ugly head once more. Unlike some, she’d liked the holiday previously. A born romantic, she always went out of her way to plan something special for Everett. They’d had cozy nights in, extravagant dinners at expensive restaurants, weekends away, and a million other things she couldn’t bear to remember at the moment. Right now she was treading water. The walls were closing in once more as she moved into the job seeking phase with bartending, and continued to think about Snake more than she should. They’d taken to checking in with each other a few times a week.
It comforted her, knowing she had someone outside of her family who gave a shit. But it also made her feel guilty, like she was replacing Everett in some way as the main man in her life. She walked over to the couch, plopped down, and tossed her mail onto the cocktail table. She’d committed to change, but now she didn’t know who the hell she was. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing. She needed a sounding board, and Jolene wouldn’t be able to remain objective enough to count. It left Snake. She ran a hand through her now shoulder-length hair and closed her eyes. A faint, flickering desire to pray rose inside of her. Stunned, she sat up and looked around, almost expecting to see Jesus himself. She and the Lord had been on the outs for the past two years. The phrase ‘everything happens for a reason’ still set her teeth on edge. She’d never been mad at him for taking them. It was more about the fact that he’d left her behind.
It was the worst kind of torture. She’d spent many days asking herself what she’d done to deserve it. Nothing anyone said could make her believe it wasn’t punishment. I’m not ready to make nice with you. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and ignored the niggling feeling she was in the wrong. Ignoring the conviction on her heart, she stood. Sitting at home, she’d only wind herself up tighter. Grabbing the keys she’d just plonked down onto the table, she rose and hurried out of the stifling apartment. The place seemed to grow smaller with every day that passed. She stepped out into the chilly day, grateful for the unusual sunshine. Before she always went to the Loveland Bike Trail when she needed to clear her thoughts; it was a place she and Everett frequented. Instinct guided her in that direction, but fear stopped her short. She’d avoided the walking and bike trails there like the plague because they held too many memories.
Healing means being brave and facing shit. Am I going to continue to go out of my way to not
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