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through bedtime I would pay her extra that week. I really couldn’t
afford it but it seemed like I had little choice in the matter. When I clicked
off my cell phone and turned back to the booth that Jay had been posted up in
all night was empty and he was nowhere in sight.
I thought that his
absence would make me happy but for some reason, it only made me more on edge.
At least if I could see him I knew where he was, I knew what he was doing. Him
being out of my sight meant that he could pop out on me at any time and wrap
his hands around my neck again.
As the night went
on, though, my anxiety level started to go down. It was getting later and later
into the night and pretty soon Link would be there to get me. I would hang out
with him for a while and then I would go home. Hopefully, when Jay realized
Link wasn’t fucking with me anymore he would lose whatever weird interest it
was he seemed to have in me.
“You okay today?”
my manager, Carl, asked me later on that night as we rolled silverware and did
the rest of the side work that had to be done before close.
“Yeah,” I said,
not really meaning it.
“You sure? Because
you seem… distracted.”
Carl was an older
guy with thin hair and a nice smile. He had always been super nice to me and
the other girls who worked there. I felt bad for him sometimes because he had
kind of gotten thrown into the way of life out here. He lived in a white suburb
on the other side of town in a nice ranch style house with his three kids and
wife. When the economy went under, he had lost his job and was desperate. Link
must have seen something in him because before you knew it he was running the
place. He had no idea what the deal was with anything. Don’t get me wrong the
restaurant was definitely nice but it was still owned by a Motorcycle Club.
A Motorcycle club
that I was pretty sure used it to ship in and out drugs.
“Yeah, just
worrying about the kids, I guess.” It surprised me how easy the lie rolled off
my tongue, but it wasn’t like I could tell him the truth.
“Well, I’m sure
you will figure it out, dear. You always do.”
I shot him a smile
and he returned the favor.
“Alright, speaking
of kids,” he said, unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. “I’m going to
get out of here for the night. You’re on tomorrow, right?” Then he laughed,
placing his hand gently on his forehead. “What am I saying? You’re always on!”
I nodded. “You got
that right.”
“Good, then I’ll
see you in the morning. I’ll bring the coffee.”
I shot him a half
smile. “Sounds good, goodnight, Carl.”
“Goodnight,” he
called, walking toward the kitchen and out the side door.
It was true Carl
was the manager but it was me who was mostly left alone to close at night. He
always wanted to get home to kiss his kid's goodnight and I had worked here so
long that I was a pro at all things by now. Besides, an extra hours pay was an
extra hours pay; no way I was going to turn that down.
I finished the
side work in the dining room and headed into the kitchen to make sure that
everything was wiped down and cleaned when I heard it; the sound of the side
door opening and closing.
For a second I thought
it might be Link but it was too gentle to be him. Link had a certain sense of
presence he brought with him when he walked, you could feel his presence even
before you saw him. No, this was different. It was almost like whoever was in
here with me was trying to walk softly, was trying to not make any noise.
My heart started
to race.
I kneeled down and
ducked behind one of the big metal shelves that lined the kitchen, tiptoeing
gently to peek my head out from behind it. It was a man. He was tall, skinny,
and dark skinned with worm-like dreads that almost covered his whole face. I
could faintly make out a deep scar that ran across his right cheek.
Who the hell was
he? And what was he doing here?
He looked around
the kitchen for a second and then lifted his shirt up
afford it but it seemed like I had little choice in the matter. When I clicked
off my cell phone and turned back to the booth that Jay had been posted up in
all night was empty and he was nowhere in sight.
I thought that his
absence would make me happy but for some reason, it only made me more on edge.
At least if I could see him I knew where he was, I knew what he was doing. Him
being out of my sight meant that he could pop out on me at any time and wrap
his hands around my neck again.
As the night went
on, though, my anxiety level started to go down. It was getting later and later
into the night and pretty soon Link would be there to get me. I would hang out
with him for a while and then I would go home. Hopefully, when Jay realized
Link wasn’t fucking with me anymore he would lose whatever weird interest it
was he seemed to have in me.
“You okay today?”
my manager, Carl, asked me later on that night as we rolled silverware and did
the rest of the side work that had to be done before close.
“Yeah,” I said,
not really meaning it.
“You sure? Because
you seem… distracted.”
Carl was an older
guy with thin hair and a nice smile. He had always been super nice to me and
the other girls who worked there. I felt bad for him sometimes because he had
kind of gotten thrown into the way of life out here. He lived in a white suburb
on the other side of town in a nice ranch style house with his three kids and
wife. When the economy went under, he had lost his job and was desperate. Link
must have seen something in him because before you knew it he was running the
place. He had no idea what the deal was with anything. Don’t get me wrong the
restaurant was definitely nice but it was still owned by a Motorcycle Club.
A Motorcycle club
that I was pretty sure used it to ship in and out drugs.
“Yeah, just
worrying about the kids, I guess.” It surprised me how easy the lie rolled off
my tongue, but it wasn’t like I could tell him the truth.
“Well, I’m sure
you will figure it out, dear. You always do.”
I shot him a smile
and he returned the favor.
“Alright, speaking
of kids,” he said, unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. “I’m going to
get out of here for the night. You’re on tomorrow, right?” Then he laughed,
placing his hand gently on his forehead. “What am I saying? You’re always on!”
I nodded. “You got
that right.”
“Good, then I’ll
see you in the morning. I’ll bring the coffee.”
I shot him a half
smile. “Sounds good, goodnight, Carl.”
“Goodnight,” he
called, walking toward the kitchen and out the side door.
It was true Carl
was the manager but it was me who was mostly left alone to close at night. He
always wanted to get home to kiss his kid's goodnight and I had worked here so
long that I was a pro at all things by now. Besides, an extra hours pay was an
extra hours pay; no way I was going to turn that down.
I finished the
side work in the dining room and headed into the kitchen to make sure that
everything was wiped down and cleaned when I heard it; the sound of the side
door opening and closing.
For a second I thought
it might be Link but it was too gentle to be him. Link had a certain sense of
presence he brought with him when he walked, you could feel his presence even
before you saw him. No, this was different. It was almost like whoever was in
here with me was trying to walk softly, was trying to not make any noise.
My heart started
to race.
I kneeled down and
ducked behind one of the big metal shelves that lined the kitchen, tiptoeing
gently to peek my head out from behind it. It was a man. He was tall, skinny,
and dark skinned with worm-like dreads that almost covered his whole face. I
could faintly make out a deep scar that ran across his right cheek.
Who the hell was
he? And what was he doing here?
He looked around
the kitchen for a second and then lifted his shirt up
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