Unsurprisingly I find myself at the 7/11.
The bell dings and I unconsciously feel my heart rate rise.
Ew, feelings.
Except Kelsey is nowhere to be found.
Bummer.
I stalk to the liquor aisle but give up looking for anything.
Man I feel shitty.
I wave to the man behind the counter as I leave and solemnly start my walk home.
The path becomes monotonous so I veer onto a small bridge by my apartment.
The water looks foggy with misuse and the bridge itself seems as if it might collapse.
Perfect.
I walk to the middle and lean over the rail.
The slight breeze feels gentle.
My eyes begun to water again and I sniffle.
Fuck parents.
What do they know?
But...
I shake my head a little.
Fuck.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Thunk Thunk Thunk
I turn and my eyes widen.
"Kel?"
She seems startled too but she sends me a gentle smile.
"Oh! Hello Becca."
I blink a couple times.
Thank god, she's not a mirage.
"What're you doin out here?"
She laughs a little.
"I could ask the same of you. I just got back from my shift."
"You work quite a lot."
Her smile fades a bit and I feel my heart drop.
"Sorry, sorry. Sensitive topic?"
I rub the back of my neck and feel my face flush.
I feel her move next to me and she also leans on the railing of the bridge.
"My parents kicked me out when I was 16 and I've been working odd jobs so I never have to go back."
I feel my mouth form an 'O'.
"You don't have to say anything I know it's hard to respond to that."
She smiles a bit but her eyes seem sad.
"That's fucked up."
Way to go Becca such a good response.
I mentally slap myself.
She chuckles a bit.
"Very fucked."
We both turn at the same time.
Our eyes meet.
She has pretty eyes.
"Fuck parents."
She nods.
"Fuck parents."
YOU ARE READING
These Walls Belong to Us
General FictionA convenience store employee just trying to get by and a woman shunned by her family for her way of life. The only commonality: they have paper thin walls.
