What possesses someone to throw boiling hot coffee at you at 8:00AM in the morning? Who fuckin knows? maybe it's "The way you were holding her cup."
Meet Phoebe Esther, working at starbucks, currently trying to calm a screaming customer and her monkey see monkey do of a husband, Gilbert. How does she know his name? from the day before yesterday, at a Burlington when Gilbert wanted himself to go first before Phoebe because "A man should always go first." In the words of Phoebe "We get it Gilbert, your dad obviously taught you that life motto." as the employer gave him dirty looks, along with everyone behind him.
Anyways back to Starbucks, "Listen, Darla. I'm sorry, i JUST said that." Phoebe says, obviously upset, she wasn't even mad about the coffee, she was mad about how she was gonna get the stain out.
"You think that's supposed to make me FEEL better!?" Darla yelled, spitting in Pheobe's face.
"SAY it don't SPRAY it, Dar-Dar." Pheobe yelled.
"HAH, you're pathetic." Darla said.
Then Pheobe snapped. completely.
"Listen, DARLA. I have to come into work every single day with pants that i've NEVER seen before in my OWN wardrobe, on my way here i tripped on a puppy knocked into a trash can and got a pin TO THE BUTT, i make A CENTIMETER close to minimum wage, I also cracked a nail making a coffee, which will probably cost me more than MY PAY. and if you didn't seem to notice. I WASN'T EVEN HERE TEN FUCKIN MINUTES. before you decided to open your old, saggy, worn out, dusty, crusty, white, ashy. FUCKIN mouth. So take your OVERSIZED PURSE KID AND GET. THE. FUCK. OUT."
"Ugh- fine, whatever.." Darla said, as her baboon of a husband walk out with her.
-- (PHEOBE'S POV)
"So, you lashed out a random lady, and her BABOON?" Jesylie laughed in the speaker of my phone.
"yes? anyways i hope i don't see crusty lips or her baboon anywhere else." I said, just wishing the day would be over.
So, i turned up TV girl- Cigarettes out the window.
But she never really quits she just says she did
Poor little liddy, she wishes it was dark.
But it's never really dark in L.A.
the light from the billboards always shines
but it changed twelve times since you went away.
damn.
music didn't have to hit so hard.
just like how life didn't have too.
half of life wasted being upset, confused, agitated, closing people out.
their, words.
"YOUR WORTHLESS"
"PIECE OF SHIT."
"You, deserve this."
Then, it all came back to me.
me sitting, minding my business, when my sister came in.
"Oh, your in here. Well, i brought Darren. Don't be a prude, Pheobe." she spat at me.
"Oh- i'm not- okay." I always used to say, my signature line, each time.
"Good. this house doesn't need ANOTHER whore. That's including Romaine."
"BITCH" Romaine yelled back.
"Yeah, well. your one of the people in this house, that i actually like Phoebe- atleast you KEEP YOUR PROMISES!" My sister yelled back.
"I DID, I kept my promise, but atleast I didn't FUCK half the volleyball, football, AND basketballs star players!" Romaine yelled.
"Can you two SHUT THE FUCK UP!?" Mom yelled. "I KNOW PHOEBE IS TIRED OF HEARING YOU TWO." Mom yelled, sipping her coffee.
"oh- no mom it's uhm, fine!" I yelled back, i had headphones in anyways.
"OKAY, SWEETIE!" mom yelled back, i didn't want to worry her.
"SHUT THE HELL UP ROMAINE. THIS IS WHY PEOPLE CALL YOU A HOE." my sister blasted.
"WHY IS IT ALWAYS THAT LINE, YOU COCK- SUCKER." As romaine slammed the door.
"HEY! BE MORE CREATIVE." Mom yelled.
--
I looked around my pink and white room.
before picking up my christmas hello kitty plushie and hugged her.
She reminded me of myself.
Slowly ripping apart, and not going anywhere.
--
"I AM NOT A WHORE!" Phoebe screamed at Lindsay.
"YES YOU FUCKIN' ARE!" Lindsay shouted.
"You are SO fuckin' judgemental. WHY!?" I screamed, slammin down a cup.
"Because. you cursed my boyfriend." Lindsay said, angrily looking at me.
"THE FUCK!?" i said, genuinely confused.
"You- you manipulated him, into thinking about other things." Lindsay said, crossing her arms.
"I? ME? MYSELF? i never even manipulated him. it's NOT MY FAULT he felt more comfortable with telling me than his own GIRLFRIEND!" I stated.
"THEN WHY WOULDN'T HE TELL ME ABOUT THIS!?" Lindsay said, jumping off the bathroom sink she was sitting on.
"BECAUSE YOU DUMB FUCKIN BITCH- COMING OUT ISN'T EASY! IT'S LIKE HAVING TO CHOOSE BETWEEN TWO DOORS. ONE HAS MULTIPLE SPIKES AND SHARDS, AND THE OTHER ONE HAS A HAPPY ENDING I FUCKIN' GUESS." I screamed. truly feeling all the pent up anger getting to me.
Lindsay stayed quiet.
"ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE THE WORST GIRLFRIEND EVER!" I screamed. breathing heavily.
Lindsay looked at me, as if she didn't even recognize me, I never lost my temper.
"No wonder he chose someone else." I said walking away.
--
"This is why no one fuckin likes you.-"
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO!!!!"
"You deserve all of this. You deserve nothing, not even forgiveness."
"I didn't even do anything!? What the hell are you talking about!?" I yelled
" you are a disgrace. a curse living in our home."
"Stop. Lillith. this isn't funny."
"I'm not laughing, im observing."
"Observing what?"
"You. i've seen how you act, how you look at people, how you look at him. your small gestures, ALL of it."
" you must love having all this attention."
"No i don't move out of my way."
--
"Phoebe"
"Phoe-be!"
"WAKE UP!"
"Huh- What!?"
"Food, doll." Nadine said.
"Oh, okay!" I said.
That was a weird.. dream
wonder what that was about.
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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒- SEASON 1
Horror21 contestants are sent in by an anonymous person called "AZIE" when someone's killed overnight, and a secret man is after them, who will make it out alive? Find out by reading!
