Relentless

Fourteen;

Two hours later, Guardians of the Galaxy was over. I hadn't touched my phone since I put it down earlier, and I was dreading my new notifications. Sighing as I pick up my phone and unlock the screen, I prepare myself for another possible text from Rocky.

I had the normal from social media, which I ignored as per usual, along with a text from Eddie, and one from Rydel.
You love me ! And you better have some great things planned for when I get there ! -Eddie
Eh, I don't know about "love". ;P But I'll figure something out. :)

That's good. What are you doing tomorrow ? -Rydel
I have work early. After that, nothing.

Thrilled I didn't have anything from Rocky, I ended up a little disappointed, because there wasn't anything from Riker. I decide to send him a text.
We're okay, right ?

I was worried things might be a little more worse off between us than I thought. And the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. My phone goes off, signaling I had a new message, and I'm disappointed once again when it isn't from Riker.
If you're up for it, want to hang out when you're done ? -Rydel
Absolutely. :)

I could really use a friend right now, but with it being about her brother, I wanted to stay away from those conversations for a while. The past month has had to be enough for her.

The rest of the night dragged on. Rydel and I planned what we were going to do tomorrow, and just continued texting about random nonsense. I was still waiting for a reply from Riker, but when it was almost midnight and I hadn't heard anything, I figured things really weren't good between us.

I try to shrug off not receiving a reply, and made sure I was ready for tomorrow. My alarm was already set, even though I check once more, do a once-over again on everything, and head to bed. I already knew I wasn't going to be getting any sleep after today, but I had to try.

The alarm jolts me awake. Groaning as I turn it off, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I knew I didn't have time to do this, but I was dreading going back to work. Like I had thought last night, I didn't get much sleep. Too much was running through my mind. Sighing, I force myself up, and head straight to the bathroom to shower.

Twenty minutes later, I was out of the bathroom, and dressed in one of my companies shirts with khaki pants, and oh how I loathed khakis. With it being my first day back, I knew I should've cared about how I was presenting myself, but I didn't. I threw my hair into a messy bun on top of my head, and didn't bother with my makeup. It's just one of those days. I thought, as I put on my sneakers. Once my laces are tied, I pick my phone up from my nightstand, unplugging it from the charger, and unlock the screen.

The usual from social media, which I ignored and dismiss from my notifications, and I see a new text from Riker.
"'Yeah, we're good.'" I read it out loud to myself. "We're good?" I say again, forming a question. "That sounds so promising."

I lock the screen and throw my phone onto my bed out of frustration. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I realize I need to get ready to leave. Without hesitation, I pick my phone up again, put it on silent, and throw it into my purse, taking it with me out of my room.

Within the next fifteen minutes, I made myself lunch, grabbed a water bottle, along with everything I would need for work, and was in my car, putting my Can't Stop, Won't Stop album by The Maine in the CD player. I turn the volume up a little louder than I should at 8:00am, but I didn't care. I needed a distraction from the text I received from Riker in the middle of the night.

The drive to work seemed shorter than it should have been, but that could have been because I was speeding the whole way there without realizing it. Oops. I thought, as I pull into my usual parking spot. I was due in at 8:30am, a half hour before the store opens, just to make sure we were ready for the day.

I get out of my car, taking my things with me, and head into the building through the back door. This time of day was always great to work, because the day would fly by, and I'd be clocking out before I knew it. I throw my things into my locker, and am about to clock in, just as my manager Brittani walks in.
"Bobbie?" She says.
"Hey Britt." I greet her, as I write my name on a new time card.
"You didn't get our letter?"
"What letter?" I turn to face her, she sighs.
"We had to let you go. We thought the letter would be better than to call you."
"What?" I was in disbelief. I didn't get any letter in all the mail that I had piled up when I got home.
"We had to hire a few people to fill your place while you were away, and they all worked out so well, we didn't want to let them go."
"So you let me go? Someone who has been here for over six years? I was gone for three months, and you promised me I'd still have my job when I got back."
"I know, and I'm-" I interupt her, putting my hand up.
"Save it."

I turn away from her, without another word. I clean out my locker, and am out the door and in my car in less than two minutes.
"This is complete bullshit." I say to myself, as I back out of the parking spot and exit the parking lot.

Once I am on the main road back to my apartment, I contemplate going over to the Lynch's to talk to Riker, but I push that thought to the back of my mind and continue home.