My All

Part 2

In her room, Deborah kept checking the clock. When she knew her father had gone to bed, she sneaked out the window. It was a good thing her father's room was at the back of the house so he wouldn't hear her turn on her car. She was already running late for her shift at the bar.

As soon as she walked into the bar, she crashed into Bobby, her boss. "Bobby! You are here early." She said nervously.

"No, you're here late." Bobby said, a fifty something grumpy old man that owned the bar, rubbing his beer swollen stomach.

"Sorry about that, but I'm here now."

"Get to work, now."

After she changed, she went to take some orders from the bartender, her best friend, Helga. "Hiya, honey." Helga said cheerfully. "You said you were going to be here an hour ago. Bobby was about to explode in rage before you came in."

Deborah looked at her friend. At twenty-three already with three kids and another on the way. Married to Bobby, who only cared about the money his bar made. "I had problems with my dad. Roger told him he'd seen me here."

"What are you doing here then, honey? Isn't he going to be mad?"

"Helga, I really need the money."

"I never understood that, honey. You come from a wealthy family and you're working in this hellhole."

"Because my father doesn't give me any money, Helga. And I really need the money to get out of his grasp."

"Okay, honey. Get to work then." Helga said, handing her two drinks.

"Where to?"

"The two bikers at the corner."

After working five hours, Deborah went to take her last order. When she reached the table she found Roger smiling up at her. "Roger, please don't tell dad." She pleaded.

"Oh, stop that whining. I won't tell him. What are you doing here?"

"Working. I need the money. After I graduate I'm leaving and never coming back."

"Why? You have everything you could ever want here."

"You know why, Roger. I'm practically the servant of the house. And every time he gets mad, I get slapped."

"You're still the favorite."

"Sure, Roger."

"Of course, Deborah. Look at the car he gave you, a brand new car. What do I drive? A car that is falling apart."

"You've had five brand new cars before that one. Dad just got tired of buying you new cars."

"You are in one of the best schools."

"Which you were kicked out of."

"He cares and worries more about you than me. Do you think he cared when I told him my fifteen year old girlfriend was pregnant? He just threw some money at my face and told me to take care of it. He found out you worked here and he went crazy."

"Why does he treat me so badly? And he's always reminding me I killed mom."

"You didn't kill her."

"If she hadn't had me, she'd still be alive. She gave her life for me."

"And you should be grateful, right?"

"I am."

"When are you off?"

"Almost done."

"Don't be too late. Oh, can we exchange cars? I have a date and don't want to pick her up in my crappy car."