Erin Doricent

Spitting Italians

I started by picking up the old clothes one by one, putting them in the cardboard boxes that had been scattered everywhere. Once that was finished, I decided to sort through the old papers because i'm weird like that and find old papers to be very interesting. They were mostly blank, but some had a very weird handwriting on them. I showed them to the guys and they told me it looked like arabic so I kept those as well. The rest were the ones I threw out, they either had weird stains on them or they were boring files that were in english.

I walked out of my room to check the time.

"Guys, it's almost time for the moving truck." I shout.

I heard the doorbell ring and bolted downstairs to greet the moving men, only to be stopped by the front door swinging open in my face and a tall man with a scary expression on his face staring down at me. Judging by his clothes, he was the man we were waiting for.

"Are you Erin Doricent?" He asked me.

"Uhh... yes!" I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable next to him. He shoved a small stack of papers my way and blantly said "Sign please."

"Sure, uhh Jace! Max! The guys are here come help!"

A few seconds later Jace and Max are downstairs covered in dust from head to toe that made them look like ghosts, and they wore big smiles on their faces. Confused, I gave the man back all the papers, now signed, and I could tell he was confused as well, so I gave him a look as if to say "Sorry, they're boys.".

Slowly but surely we unloaded the truck and the creepy man was off.

"That took forever." Jace stated

"Yeap" Max added

"If you don't want it to take more time, then finish clearing out your rooms so you can move your stuff back in." I say, making my way back to my room to clear it out. I had already put all the clothes and papers I didn't want into boxes to be thrown out, as well as any extra trash I found in the process. All I needed now was to move the furniture and old bed frame out.

"Hey i'm done cleaning out my room, should I get food?" I turned around to see Jace poking his head through my door.

"Not like that you're not, you'll scare the old people."

"You're right, can you go?"

"I guess so... as long as you can move these out of my room." I point around at the bedframe, desk and wardrobe. "It's to heavy for me." I whispered.

"I'm sorry what was that last part?" Jace smirked at me tauntingly.

"Nothing, just get these out for me while I get food ok?" I say demandingly

"Watch out, let the man of the house handle this." Max said pushing past me and Jace, rolling up his sleeves and taking one earbud out. He reached under the wardrobe and slowly lifted it off the ground then dropped it.

"Shit, this is heavy."

"Step aside, let a real man show you how it's done." This was always how it was, when i'd ask for help Jace and Max would always try to out do each other to see who's best. Jace slowly walked over to where Max stood and started lifting, then dropped it.

"Damn..." Was all Jace could say.

"Well while you two figure this out i'll go get food, so what do you want?" I asked

"I want pizza, what about you Jace?"

"I'm fine with anything."

"Great, i'll get you a kale salad, you need some greens!" I shouted as I ran down the stairs and through the front door, slamming it before he could respond. It felt colder than it had before, and it felt extra eerie walking down the path to the car, like someone was watching me. I brushed it to the side and started the engine when I heard a loud ringing noise. Scared shitless I jumped, then I realized it was Jace calling me, and I answered.

"That wasn't funny." I could hear the fakeness to his serious tone.

"I know i'm sorry." I held back a laugh

"I want pepperoni and a coke."

"Fine." I hung up

The time on my car clock was 5:34, but it looked like night going down the hill, probably because of the tall trees and fog. After about 15 minutes of driving down the mountain I saw a small shopping center. Next to the supermarket was an italian restaurant, perfect!

When I walked in the smell of garlic and spaghetti filled my senses. The restaurant was filled with a small amount of people ranging from what looked like their 40's to, well, as old as you can get.

"What can I getcha?" I felt the man spit on my face as he spoke. He looked scary, and kind of drunk, but he didn't smell like booze at all.

"Umm, I'd like one large pepperoni and one small with everything please." I was never good at talking to strangers, or anyone in general so i stuttered a bit.

"Gottit, anything else?"

"Uhm.. three cokes please." This was pathetic, I barely squeaked out that last part.

"Ok, that'll be 33.45." I quickly passed him my visa.

I sat over at the table furthest from everyone for what seemed like hours, but it was only about four minutes when they gave me my drinks and pizzas when a group of motorcyclists walked in sounding as loud as ever.

"Yea I swear, someone bought it!" A large man with many tattoos and a shaved head was shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Nobody even wants to step foot in that house, that doesn't sound right." Another man said, but I didn't care about what they were shouting about, I just wanted to leave.

I grabbed the pizzas and tried to go but a few more biker men came in blocking the only exit, still shouting and they reeked of smoke and liquor. I stepped back a little, not wanting them to acknowledge my existence. After a while of them standing in the way, shouting about some house that got sold i got annoyed.

"E-excuse me." I chirped. Two men turned around and stared down at me, I hated this I just wanted to leave.

"Are you new here?" The one on the left said, which apparently is code for "everybody look at this girl who wants nothing to do with us and ask her questions."

"You don't look familiar, where do you live?" the one on the right said.

"Give her some space Trucker, you're scare'in her." said a man from the back, and the guy on my right backed up a bit.

"We know everyone in this town, but you, who are you."

"I just moved here." I felt like hell was on my side today.

"Where do ya live?" The man who was shouting from before asked.

"Just up the hill, actually I need to get back so please excuse me." I took a shuffle forward but none of them moved.

"I TOLD YOU" the man with the shaved head boomed at the other men who seemed shocked.

"Are you joking?" asked the man on the right

"No, please can I get throu-" I tried to push my way past them, it was already too late for the "don't let anyone notice you plan" when the italian cashier yelled at the biker men.

"Either order something or get out, and let that poor girl though, she looks like she's about to have a heart attack."

The second I saw a chance to run I took it, and out the door I flew, away from the drunk gang, and the spitting italians, and hell.