Nothing Left to Lose

Ch. 1

She chewed the inside of her cheek trying to get dressed in a hurry for work. She grabbed her white wife beater and then buckled her belt on her jeans.

She grabbed a flannel off the floor. Sprayed a ungodly amount of cheap perfume on and left her room.

"Hey!" her mom yelled from the couch. "Pick me up a few beers would ya? And some cigarettes."

"With what money ma? I'm paying for your damn oxygen tanks and medical bills." she said pointing at the oxygen tanks.

"Mother fucker steal them if you have to get my damn shit!" she yelled.

Sammy took a deep breathe grabbed her keys and left the trailer. She walked to the beat up pick up her dad left her when he'd died. Backing out of the gravel driveway she drove to the bar where she worked.

Life had been hell since the peggie's came to town. They slowly bought every piece of land, every house, and people joined them fasted then Sammy had ever seen.

Sammy herself was not religious, but showed no shame to those who choose to join. Thought her good friend join and had been trying to get her to join since.

Soon enough she'd parked her truck out side of the bar. She opened the door and saw the morning customers. They ate breakfast and drank beers. She smiled at Mary-may.

"You ready to take over?" Mary asked.

"Yep." Sammy smiled and walked behind the bar as she tied a apron around her waist and put a hand towel over her left shoulder.

She signed day shift was easy, Mary took care of night shift. She stood there as she watched the news come on the tv for the small town.

She was pretty sure it was filmed from the old basement of someone's house. She grinned and shook her head. The bell of the front door opening dinged as a group of four walked in. They went to a table.

She thought about the appearance of each one of them. It was quite odd, she'd never saw them.

Mary took their orders before she headed up.

"They want waters and the breakfast platter." she said, yawing. She nodded and told the chef. He got to work as Sammy still watched the group. A strange voice popped in her head.

"Hmm shabby place could use some tlc then the project could use it."

She was startled.

"What the hell?!" She thought. She was confused but was interrupted by someone calling her name.

"Sammy here." Chef said handing her the platted. She nodded and handed the platter to the group smiling and nodded at them all.

She walked behind the bar and filled four cups of water and walked them to the table.

"Can I get a beer too?" the older gruff man said. His red hair stood out to Sammy.

"Hmmm damn redhead." she thought. She'd hardly seen one that bright. She nodded and went behind the counter.

One of the men looked around the bar. He was looking as if he'd been scared. He gave up soon and went back to the conversation. Sammy filled a tall glass with budwiser and handed it ti the man.

"Who the hell is there?"

"What?" She thought.

"Who are you? Which person in this room?"

"Why?" She asked

"We're damned soulmates after all. Who are you?"

"Nope, I don't do the soulmate bullshit." she thought.

"Cmon please, who are you."

"Sorry man i'm just not into this soulmate shit." she thought.

She leaned against the bar looking around. "My soulmate huh? What bullshit."

"Why are you so against this? I wonder if your the lady drinking the coffee by herself, maybe the lady who took our order, hell even the bartender."

"I'm not listening."

"You clearly are. God just point me in a direction. I'll buy you a drink."

"Buy me a coffee."

"Okay, i'll stand.-"

"I was kidding! So your one of the four? You the cute one?"

"Well which one do you think is the cute one?"

"He's got a beard."

"Ha ha very funny."

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