Til' Death Do Us Part

Chapter One

    I set down the cold cup of coffee, gazing out the window at the children that played in the streets. It was mid summer and the heat brewed awfully outside-I for one preferred to stay out of it for my own sake. And sanity.

    I attended college classes irregularly online and went to the gym every few days in the evenings for my health which had been poor for the past few years. My parents were decent people but we'd never seen eye to eye and growing up me and my mother hadn't ever met eye to eye. I lived in a fairly suburban area in an apartment west of my job though it was pretty close so I could walk back and forth which I quite enjoyed. In the fall.

    I turned my gaze to the TV that seemed to merciless blabber and turned it off. It was giving me a headache and I was getting them more frequently than usual. I smiled grimly, taking my mind away from my nonexistent sleep schedule since my new shift change. It was difficult adjusting but if I made my mind up for it, I could probably manage to get used to it after a while but for the past week to no avail.

     My attention turned to my phone and I was pulled out of my thoughts to the phone call. I picked up my phone and answered, "Yes?"

    "Hello, we'd like to inform you tha-"

    "No thank you." I hesitated hanging up on the sales company with a sigh. They were so relentless it hurt. I put my phone down, walking around in the hallway. I was going stir crazy after being stuck in here for the past three weeks. I was going absolutely insane because for two years now nothing at all had changed. I went to work, the gym and occasionally the bar and I wasn't even yet twenty one, I just went with my brother and sat around waiting for him to get someone. After a year, I got bored of it so now it was just something to do occasionally.

     I got ready for work, getting dressed in my usual uniform but left my hair tousled. If I brushed it, it would knot. Not like it was curly-it was too dead to be after dying it dark brown for so long but it wasn't straight either. It looked hot tousled anyway, I wasn't too bothered by it.

    I clipped on my ID and opened the door, heading to work. It was cool outside by now, it was near eight. I slid my phone in my back pocket, locating my way to the dingy little convenience store. It was falling apart but it paid well so I'd been here for a little over a few months. I opened the door and heard the small ding. I looked in the back to see who was working night shift with me and slightly smiled. It wasn't genuine.

    The only reason people still came here was because most of the women were good looking and we were all kind to the customers but some of the night shift workers were just as stingy as their sleeping schedules. I was working with Monica tonight and while she wasn't as horrible as the others we weren't exactly friends per say. More of a beneficial relationship-we talked to each other and made conversation but it wasn't enough to be a mutual friendship, we just didn't have good chemistry and I was fine with how it was.

    "You've been coming in for the night shift a lot. They up your pay or something?"

    "Four dollars." I nodded to her, admiring how she pulled off her short black bob. It went well with her eyes which were light brown. She was quite beautiful and I'd always wondered why she hadn't gotten a job somewhere else but it was whatever put food on the table.

    "That's nice."

    "Adjustments aren't." I expected her to say something but there was nothing, only silence. I started my shift accordingly and we didn't speak another word to each other for the rest of the night. We never really did.

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