tattered & torn | joey jordison x fem!reader

4. swim

'living dead girl' - rob zombie

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'This can't be real'

That's all you could muster up in your head right now. Words failed to fall out of your mouth as you opened it to speak.

"Thank you..." You finally said, letting out barely a whisper.

"It's all my pleasure (Y/N)-"

You cut him off with a hug, wrapping your arms around his figure. You felt Corey's hands touch your back gently as you placed your right ear against his chest. His heartbeat was quick. You pulled apart from each other.

"I think I should get going, I have work soon.." Your voice cracked slightly.

'Am I seriously about to cry in front of him?'

"Oh yeah, go ahead. Did you want me to drive you again?" Corey offered.

"No, no, it's okay. I'll walk. You've already done so much for me." You said, picking up the box full of your new belongings.

"Alright."

You walked out the door, thanking him once again. You made it over to your house and unlocked the door, closing and locking it behind you. Putting the box down in your room, you made your way over to your wardrobe to look for your uniform. You paused, glancing over at the bright red jumpsuit, peeking out of the box.

'Should I try it on? Just quickly?'  You thought to yourself.

You sighed, eventually deciding not to try it on. You wore your white button up shirt with sleek black pants. You soon walked out of the door and walked to work.

Hours passed by as you served people, one after the other. Later that night, you hung up your apron and grabbed a coffee for Mick, who was planning on coming over later tonight. You walked out of the back door, locking it, and made your way to the sidewalk. As you turned the corner, a large force hit you, causing you to spill the coffee onto the thing you bumped into. The thing screamed in terror.

"I-I'm sorry!" You stutter out of shock.

"You fucking idiot!"

It was one of your co-workers, Michael. He was a short dude, around your height, and boy did he have a temper.

"I-I'm sorry! Let me help you-" You offer. He cuts you off.

"You stupid girl! You fucking klutz! To think you work at the same store as me! I don't know how you serve people at the café without spilling the fucking drinks everywhere!"

You felt tears seep into the waterline of your eyes. You've always hated being yelled at, but especially when it comes to strangers.

"Oh what, gonna cry?! You're such a sad pathetic little- Who the fuck are you?"

The tone in his voice changes abruptly as Michael sees something that shocks him. You look behind you whilst rubbing your eye.

Mick.

He walks over to your co-worker with slow, heavy steps. He leans down to Michael's ear, whispering something through his mask. God knows what Mick said but it made Michael scared to the core.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). So so sorry." He frantically says. You give a small nod in acceptance of his apology as you watch him run to his car. The crowd that stood nearby to watch the scene soon continued on with their night.

"What did you say to him?" You ask Mick as you both watch his shitty car speed away. He puts an arm over your shoulder.

"That doesn't matter, let's go get ice cream." He says, walking you down the sidewalk.