Illusions of Trust

Chapter Six: Is that a Castle?!

Hey guys! If anything doesn't make sense just let me know! Releases are gonna be muuuch slower because school starts tomorrow and then I have my part time job too soooo, sorry! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter though! Thanks! :)

Chapter Six:

Skyler's  P.O.V

Two weeks Later . . .

I pulled the gothic flight attendant outfit on and examined myself in the mirror. I wasn't ugly, but I wasn't the prettiest girl out there either.

Long, kinda wavy deep brown hair that had an attitude pretty much every day of the week. My complexion wasn't great, I had freckles and my big brown eyes were somewhat plain. My gaze lowered to the rest of me.

I had some killer curves, I would grant myself that though. I smiled as I took in how great my legs looked in the flight attendant outfit. I took the silver scarf and tied it around my wrest. There was no way I was gonna be the goody two shoes.  

Not anymore.

Grabbing my purse, I took one last look at the door that connected my apartment to creep-o's. It had been two weeks since I had last heard from him.

I sighed in disappointment. The little treat I had in store for him had probably gone to waste. But then again, why did I want him to come and bother me? I grabbed my new key (got a new one after redoing the locks in my apartment; again, because of Mr. Wannabe Fruit loop next door.)

Going over the directions once more I hopped into my civic and headed towards my new school, amazed at how fast the two weeks had flown by. I recalled how much my life had changed these past two weeks.

Already, I had shifted myself from what life style to the next. From what would have been considered the ghettos to a luxurious condo mom had gifted me with. Plus, I had already snagged me a job at a small local bakery. That in itself had taken up most of my time. The day after my move in I had gone in search of a job, needing an income to at least provide for myself. And as if God himself was listening, I had received one right that day!

Ms. Little (my boss) was incredibly sweet. She had immediately taken me under her wing, showing me around the town, pointing out the do's and don'ts of the town. Like how it was 'acceptable'  to go to Table for Two (a store that was right across the street from our own) but how it was 'unacceptable' to park anywhere near the town's small warehouse that had been built for a movie set then abandoned.

"You never know who could be hanging around in the shadows!" She claimed in her honey like southern accent.  

As an added bonus, she would also always send me home with some of the food she had 'accidently' made too much of the night before.

"Oh! Honey, don't worry about it! Bobby and I can never eat all the food I prepare! It's just nice to have someone who appreciates it!"  She would tut as she would recall some of her husband's previous comments on some of her cooking concoctions.

I sighed contentedly, I couldn't have asked for better.

A car horn snapped me out of lazy daze and back to the present. The stop light before me had probably turned green ages ago. I blushed as I took a right and headed down a very sketch side road.

The broken path was a squeezed single lane road with ancient trees bordering each side. Giant tree roots created bothersome bumps and dips in the road and I started to feel bad for my small civic as we tracked down the beaten path.

After about fifteen minutes of straight road and trees and no sign what so ever of any traffic or school signs or alternating roads I started to become panicky.