White trash beatiful

Chapter four

.Tuesday morning arrived sooner then ever. At six o-clock the alarm went off. Tommy through on a pair of jeans and a red checkered shirt. He brushed his hair and came over to kiss his sleeping wife. "I'll be back I promise." He whispered kissing her forehead as he stroked her check, a tear slid down his then he got up and got in his truck. He started it up and the noise awoke Katie. She rushed outside chasing the truck her husband drove, screaming for him to stop. But tommy had blasted his old country tunes and didn't look in his rear view mirror, he never saw or heard Katie. Soon Katie got tired, quicker than normal, it must have been the pregnancy. She rushed to the house crying and waited by the phone tell 10:45 am, she had to start work at 11, but the local dinner was just up the street from her house so she waited another five minutes. Soon she had no other choice but to leave, she couldn't get fired from her job now, she was desperate for the money. She arrived at the dinner and served her first customers who always came for their cup of Joe and bagel in the morning. Katie looked at herself in the mirror, her lips were painted red, and her name tag was crooked. Her heart has been gone all day with the truck driving man that took it, that's why she had been so cold to the customers and getting low tips of a dollar or less. Katie took a deep breath as she looked at the picture of Tommy in her worn out wallet. It hadn't even been a day since he'd left, and she was already missing him like he had been gone her whole life. Plus the fact that it was winter and the roads were slippery one wrong turn, or a rabbit in the road with an immediate break would send him to his own, painful, death... Katie's day was long and slow, with a total tip of five dollars for the whole day. She removed her apron. And checked her message machine praying tommy had called her. "You have zero messages." It spoke. Katie's eyes filled with tears, and they steamed down her checks. Meanwhile tommy was far away down a cold slippery road with a ton of metal poles lagging behind him.