Fixing The Devil

No I'm not kidnapping you

As I got out of the cafe, fuming with anger and shivering with anxiety. How I could do such actions together was beyond me.
A few seconds later when Walt got out of the shop, all my fear and worry vanished and all I could see was red. I pushed his chest making him stumble backwards in surprise. The cigarette dropped from his hand.
"You-you idiot! Why did you do that!?" I shouted with venom in my voice.
Walt held both of my wrists in a tight grip as his eyes darkened. I shrunk back a little as my senses came back.
"Don't do that again." He muttered arrogantly before leaving my wrists and grabbing another cigarette. After smoking for a while he said in a much calmer voice, "I did you a favor. You should thank me."
With that he walked away, with forever so silent turtle-neck following him in confusion. Before I could hold onto my tongue, my senses left me again and I could feel the anger boiling inside me. "Yeah th-thank you very much for getting me fired." I retorted caustically.
"You're welcome!" He called back without turning.
I crossed my hands over chest as I watched him walking away conversing with turtle-neck. The turtle-neck often turned around to glance at me.
At last I couldn't take it anymore. I ran after them and turned Walt around by the shoulder.
"You just can't keep your hands of me, can you?" He said with a tone of smugness. I glowered at him. But then my expression broke into one filled with anxiety.
"Wh-what am I supposed to do now?" I do not know why I asked him that. I guess I was too stressed about everything that was going on and especially at that time I really needed a different perspective, a hopeful suggestion. And he was the one who ruined my last chance. So its only fair he fixes the mess he created.
"Go back to your dollhouse. I don't understand what you were doing there anyway." He shrugged carelessly. "Oh and pass my greetings to Mr. Ross!"
He walked away again. I stayed silent. I could faintly hear turtle neck say, "that's Valerie Ross?!"
I guess he connected the strings. I didn't pay any heed to it as I, too, walked away in the other direction. His words had hurt like reopening barely healed scars. I tried controlling the tears that fell out at the mention of my father.
Now that I was jobless the hope that I had kept big minimized. True I was jobless yesterday and the day before and before and so on. But then I had hope and now it was fading. I sat on a bench and that was when reality hit me. It didn't occur to me when my parents died or when I had no one left or when I had no where to go but now, when I had lost the possibly only chance  I had for fixing at least my financial state if not my emotional.
When everything changes in the glimpse of an eye, it's hard to keep track of reality. All I had was my aunt's family who wanted nothing to do with me. I was in a foreign land with somewhat foreign people. I was never social. The only people I was close to was everyone inside my house. And now there was no one.
I stared at a homeless beggar sitting a few feet away from me on the pavement in ragged clothes. Would I end up like him? The thought made me shudder.
I was cut off from my reverie by the honk of a car. It stopped a few feet away from me on the road. To my utter surprise Walt's head came out of the window.
He must've seen what I was looking at because he said, "See your future, princess?"
What was he doing here? What did he want?
I ignored him and looked away, wiping away the tears.
"Get in." He shouted.
"Get l-lost." I retorted.
"Anywhere with you." He returned.
I stayed quiet and looked away.
"I'm not gonna say it again. It's pretty cold out there. Get in!" He insisted.
I shivered as I realized how cold it was after his reminder. After a debate or two in my head, I complied.
His car was considerably warmer. After my little reverie I had been completely drained out of any strength I had. Not that I had any when it came to him. But still, my voice surprised me as it came out in a soft murmur, "w-what do you w-want? You a-already have me fired."
He ignored my question and instead said, "Vince told me about your dad just now. I didn't know, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I had no idea."
I guessed Vince was the name of turtle-neck.
"It's been two weeks. It's published in ev-every paper. Your parents were a-at the funeral t-too. H-how come you didn't know?" I asked quietly, fiddling with the button on my sweater.
He looked at me, more to my tear stains than me. "I was away."
I merely nodded.
After a while he asked me what I was doing at the cafe.
"I was working." I simply said as if that wasn't obvious.
He groaned a bit in what I guess was annoyance. "I get that. I meant why were you working there?"
"Why, they were the only people who would employ me." I stated as a matter of fact.
He ran a hand through his hair, and then emphasizing every word, he said loud and clear, "Why do you need a job?"
"Oh. I-I... I need the money."
He let out a dry laugh. "Yeah right. Come on, as if I don't know you're now the sole owner of all your parent's property and money. You're probably richer than my dad."
I looked at him, astonished. He really didn't know, did he?
I didn't answer as I took out a newspaper from my bag and handed it to him.
He stopped the car to a side and began reading it. It stated all the news about how the dead millionaire's daughter was drenched in her father's debt and the unfortunate story of the massive fall of Ross Inc. on the death of the C.E.O.  It simply stated the unexaggerated truth.
By the time he finished reading I couldn't dare to look at him, aware of what would his reaction would be. Either pity or arrogance. And I didn't like either
"From what I've heard, your dad is - was a millionaire. Don't tell me the mollusks ate all the money."
I told him all about how dad donated most of the money to charity days before his death and how the leftover was used to pay the debts and save the company. But neither the debts could be covered nor was the company much saved.
He asked me how much debt is left.
I carelessly shrugged "oh not much. Just 30 grand."
He rose an eyebrow at me. "And how much do you have?"
I hesitated on that one. "Err..."
I took out my small wallet from my bag to count it.
"20 dollars?"
My Uncle had been kind enough to pay me this in the morning.
Walt simply shook his head with an incredulous look. "You were planning to earn 30 grand out of serving coffee? I mean that would've worked without clothes but-"
He stopped as he stared at my wide eyes.
"Uhh yeah sorry." He sheepishly muttered.
I gave him my address other than that we drove in silence.
"Oh you're going the wrong way!" I suddenly shouted out of the blue, making Walt jump lightly in his seat. I stared at him helplessly, my eyes wide.
"Calm your knickers. I'm not kidnapping you. I'm taking you to see mum."