Borrowed Time

Chapter Sixty Eight

Maybe it was just the fact that Juliette had finally spent time around children that weren't complete and utter nightmares, but the daycare children had been fucking nightmares... One of them looked her dead in the eyes and pissed on the ground... It'd been the most terrifying experience of her life, only rivaled by actually having to clean it up... Really, it'd set the tone for her entire evening, and she was just not enjoying it... Luckily, it was almost over. They just had to clean up and then she could the fuck home.

"Are you girls good to lock up?" Juliette gritted her teeth, rolling her eyes as she continued to put things into their correct bins... She hated when Patricia was the one who came and checked on them, she could still remember when she'd made her put on sweatpants over shorts once at Sunday school bin the middle of the summer when she was twelve because she was 'provoking the boys'... fucking weirdo.

"Yes ma'am." Becky responded. Good, it was probably better that she do the talking, Juliette would just get both of them into more trouble if she had to say anything to her right now.

"And Juliette?" Wonderful. Make the evening worse, that was always an option that people had. She straightened up and turned around, plastering her best fake smile across her face as she looked at Patricia... God, she constantly looked like she'd just eaten a lemon, she was just so unpleasant.

"Mhm?" Patricia's face soured even more before she plastered a smile on her face, one that made Juliette shudder as she gestured vaguely to her neck, the displeasure on her face very clear.

"Next time... Wear a scarf. We're in God's house, dear." She said, her tone coming out condescendingly sweet as Juliette's eyes widened before she clapped her hand over her neck... No one had said anything since she'd gotten to the church, she didn't think anyone would notice. Beside her, Becky was trying hard to hide the fact that she was laughing, but the shaking of her shoulders was giving her away. Bastard. What happened to a united front? Friends were supposed to have each other's backs.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am." Once she was gone, Juliette groaned, resting her head on Becky's shoulder as she listened to her let out a full laugh before patting her back lightly. "I'm killing myself." She muttered, her voice muffled by Becky's shoulder. She lifted her head and saw Becky shake her head... Well, she didn't really get a say, now did she? That was a completely fair reason to want to end it all, that'd been humiliating.

"No, you're not." Becky sighed, only controlling herself for another moment before she let out another laugh, trying to stop it with her hand, but she couldn't. Juliette shoved her away lightly, glaring at her... Motherfucker.

"Stop laughing." Obviously, that did exactly nothing to stop Becky from continuing to laugh at her, which was... Disheartening, but she'd honestly expected it.

"I can't! God, that was funny." She sighed, wiping under her eyes as Juliette shook her head... No, that wasn't 'funny', that'd made her want to fucking die. Who points that out? Who looks for a reason to point that out? Why did she care?

"That was mortifying." Juliette spun the wooden brick that she'd stopped putting away to look at Patricia around in her hands before holding it up with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously, if I swallow this wooden block would it kill me?" She asked, and Becky shrugged, giving her a wary look.

"Probably." Perfect. She opened her mouth, grimacing at the thought of putting something that'd been in a toddler's mouth in hers... She should've picked a better way to go out. "No." Becky said, pushing her hand down... Honestly? Good, she hadn't wanted to commit to that, it'd sounded terrible the second that she'd actually let herself think about it.