Piles upon piles of dirty plates collected around him
" McLaughlin! Those plates are going to be clean before you go anywhere tonight! " His boss yelled across the room.
The tall blond sighed deeply and responded with subtle eye contact and a nod. He heard people laugh and cheer out in the restaurant. Lucky them, they're spending their Saturday night with loved ones or friends, and here he was, washing their gravy stained plates. He hated his job, but it was currently his only source of income. Rhett had kinda gotten used to the rude comments, the terrible hours and minimal payment. And in a city like this there weren't a whole lot of job opportunities for a 19 year old who just dropped out of college, so he took what he got.
After endless hours of cleaning plates and feeling his boss's burning stare in the back of his neck, the last plate was finally clean. By this time it was after midnight and everyone except Rhett had left the restaurant. He took of his rubber gloves, hairnet and apron, stamped out and left the restaurant through the backdoor. The dim light from the streetlights lit up the freshly wet asphalt, the rain was pouring down. Rhett pulled the hood from his hoodie over his head and started walking. The cold water splashed against his shoes with every step. They soaked up every little drop of water. When he had about 4 blocks left home the rain got even worse and the wind increased drastically. With a turn of his head he saw one of the long alleys in between the long rows of apartments. If he went through it he'd save a block or two in distance, but he knew a lot of weird stuff used to happen in these alleys, this one in particular. But since he started getting cold and wanted to get back home as soon as possible he decided to take that risk. The first step into the darkness of the alley scared him, and so did the second, and the third. With every step Rhetts heartbeat got a little faster, and the feeling of paranoia embraced him even more. The stares in the back of his neck burned worse and worse with every step. But he kept walking, carefully studying the brick pattern on the wall to keep his mind of the stares behind him. The strong smell of rotting trash spread throughout the wet air. He heard a subtle chuckle right behind him and slowly turned around...
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One Wrong Move
FanfictionThe young Rhett McLaughlin is slowly making his way home after a long night at work. He hates working as a dishwasher. He always has to work late. But one night he tries to take a short cut through one of the city's dark alleys. A creepy, cold feeli...
