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Authors: Chanelle Gray
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sigh, I returned the drinks to Mercy and Chuck before I headed back into the kitchen to see whether any of my orders was up. They weren’t. .
“You look tired,” Marshall said.
I jumped. He was leaning against one of the pool tables, cue in hand. What was he still doing here?
“Thanks. You look deranged, so I guess we both need work.”
He smiled, shuffling the cue from hand to hand. “Have you taken a break yet?”
“No. I haven’t had time to.”
“Go and take one. Get Emily or one of the others to cover you for twenty minutes. You definitely look like you need it.”
I didn’t know whether to be offended or thankful. I did need a break; that was undoubtedly true. Bursting for the toilet was a phrase I’d used to describe my state over an hour ago. Now I was downright desperate. Did it have to be Marshall, of all people, to let me finally have a break?
“Okay, fine,” I snapped, backing down.
“You’re welcome!” He called after my retreating form .
Chapter Seven
Sneaking Suspicion
The end of my shift seemed to take years to arrive, rather than mere hours. The stress of my first day hadn’t gotten any better over that amount of time, either. In fact, just when I thought I might get to hand my tables over and start getting ready to go home, Emily demanded that I empty the trash, and it wasn’t just one bag, or even two, but five giant sacks of it. It was just as well that I could lift multiple bags at once.
The air outside was chilly as I stepped out with no coat. My hair whipped around my face, and I lugged the bags toward where Emily told me the dumpsters were. I rounded the corner and froze.
This was the same alley where I’d saved Chuck from the thugs. Coming out of the side door leading into John’s office was Marshall. He wasn’t alone. I stepped back and pressed myself against the wall, keeping out of sight, though I could see him perfectly well.
He leaned back through the door before backing out, pulling a wheelchair from the building. His passenger was a middle-aged woman, covered with a blanket, dark hair pulled away from her face. Who was that?
“Dane, I don’t want to go home. I haven’t left the house in days. The walls are suffocating me,” the woman said, startling me.
Marshall kept pushing the wheelchair anyway. “Mum, you’re not well. You could catch all kinds of things in there. If you catch even a cold...”
The woman sighed. That was Marshall’s mother? She was so frail, so unlike what I would imagine her to be. I wanted to walk away and stop intruding on their conversation, but at the same time, I was rooted to the spot.
“Don’t start the lecture again,” she said. “I know all of this already. I’m supposed to look after you, you know.”
“How did you even get here?” Marshall demanded.
“I called a cab.”
“Don’t do that again. I thought John was gonna have a heart attack when you showed up.” He stopped to bend and kiss his mother on the cheek. “I love you, but you’re such a difficult woman.”
“I love you, but you’re such a buzz kill. What I have right now is a poor excuse of a life. I need to get out and have fun, Dane.”
Marshall groaned and straightened up. “At least you have a life.” Then he pushed the wheelchair around the corner towards the car park, and I tuned out of their conversation.
It took me a few moments to remember I was still holding bags of trash. I threw them in the dumpster and rushed back into The Hut.
I kept replaying Marshall’s soft attitude to his mother over and over. I’d thought he was a straight up idiot. Then, all idiots must have a reason for being that way. Right? I grabbed the last bags and headed back to the alley. I still didn’t fully trust the guy, but if he could be that caring and protective over someone, he couldn’t be all bad.
Having an after school job was hard. The good thing about it was I was so tired in the evenings, that I had no energy for my
“You look tired,” Marshall said.
I jumped. He was leaning against one of the pool tables, cue in hand. What was he still doing here?
“Thanks. You look deranged, so I guess we both need work.”
He smiled, shuffling the cue from hand to hand. “Have you taken a break yet?”
“No. I haven’t had time to.”
“Go and take one. Get Emily or one of the others to cover you for twenty minutes. You definitely look like you need it.”
I didn’t know whether to be offended or thankful. I did need a break; that was undoubtedly true. Bursting for the toilet was a phrase I’d used to describe my state over an hour ago. Now I was downright desperate. Did it have to be Marshall, of all people, to let me finally have a break?
“Okay, fine,” I snapped, backing down.
“You’re welcome!” He called after my retreating form .
Chapter Seven
Sneaking Suspicion
The end of my shift seemed to take years to arrive, rather than mere hours. The stress of my first day hadn’t gotten any better over that amount of time, either. In fact, just when I thought I might get to hand my tables over and start getting ready to go home, Emily demanded that I empty the trash, and it wasn’t just one bag, or even two, but five giant sacks of it. It was just as well that I could lift multiple bags at once.
The air outside was chilly as I stepped out with no coat. My hair whipped around my face, and I lugged the bags toward where Emily told me the dumpsters were. I rounded the corner and froze.
This was the same alley where I’d saved Chuck from the thugs. Coming out of the side door leading into John’s office was Marshall. He wasn’t alone. I stepped back and pressed myself against the wall, keeping out of sight, though I could see him perfectly well.
He leaned back through the door before backing out, pulling a wheelchair from the building. His passenger was a middle-aged woman, covered with a blanket, dark hair pulled away from her face. Who was that?
“Dane, I don’t want to go home. I haven’t left the house in days. The walls are suffocating me,” the woman said, startling me.
Marshall kept pushing the wheelchair anyway. “Mum, you’re not well. You could catch all kinds of things in there. If you catch even a cold...”
The woman sighed. That was Marshall’s mother? She was so frail, so unlike what I would imagine her to be. I wanted to walk away and stop intruding on their conversation, but at the same time, I was rooted to the spot.
“Don’t start the lecture again,” she said. “I know all of this already. I’m supposed to look after you, you know.”
“How did you even get here?” Marshall demanded.
“I called a cab.”
“Don’t do that again. I thought John was gonna have a heart attack when you showed up.” He stopped to bend and kiss his mother on the cheek. “I love you, but you’re such a difficult woman.”
“I love you, but you’re such a buzz kill. What I have right now is a poor excuse of a life. I need to get out and have fun, Dane.”
Marshall groaned and straightened up. “At least you have a life.” Then he pushed the wheelchair around the corner towards the car park, and I tuned out of their conversation.
It took me a few moments to remember I was still holding bags of trash. I threw them in the dumpster and rushed back into The Hut.
I kept replaying Marshall’s soft attitude to his mother over and over. I’d thought he was a straight up idiot. Then, all idiots must have a reason for being that way. Right? I grabbed the last bags and headed back to the alley. I still didn’t fully trust the guy, but if he could be that caring and protective over someone, he couldn’t be all bad.
Having an after school job was hard. The good thing about it was I was so tired in the evenings, that I had no energy for my
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