Chapter 12:
On The Road
Darcy's POV
I run a hand thorough my hair, damp from the rain at the moment. I sit in a small diner, not many people. The radio played some old country music, and I sipped my tea, staring out the window. Water droplets polled on it, slipping down. I hear a roll of thunder, and I know that's not good, considering I'd be walking in rain. The sky was a grey color, reminding me of my mothers eyes. I hardly even remembered what they looked like without the photo here. I'm not even sure I'd be able to tell her out of a crowd right now. The clanking of people's plates and the sound of their rustic laughter making me feel even more alone then I thought previously. The pad of my thumb rubs the tea cup, the warmth seeping into my hands. Dark circles had taken place beneath my eyes, though they weren't that noticeable. The rain made splattering sounds as it occasionally hit the window.
"Excuse me?" A feminine voice asks. My head turns from the window quickly and to the owner of the voice.
"Yes?"
"Would you like your bill now, or anything else?"
"Oh, could I get my bill?" I ask. She nods. I look down to the cup, taking another sip. The waitress comes back over, handing me my bill. I quickly pay, grabbing my leather jacket and pulling it over myself tightly. I slip my black beanie over my head, rather than my hood. Throwing my satchel over my shoulder, I open the door. The bell jingles and I walk out into the rain the only thing that bothered me about it that it was a bit cold. I let out a shaky breath, stuffing my hands in my pockets. Nothing was more fun than walking in the rain. Not.
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A car zooms past me, and in jump back in fear of getting splashed. I sigh. Where was I getting in this? What benefit was I getting from roving around the streets? Why did I have to be so stupid to think I'd just magically bump into them on the street?
"Hey you! Little girl!" Someone says. I turn, a man behind me.
"W-what?" I ask, fear making my knees weak. I couldn't show it though.
"Whatcha got?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what the fuck ya got?" He says, towering over me. Great, I was getting mugged.
"Nothing of your petty interest." I spit. I'm taken aback at my sudden burst of bravery.
"Gimme whatcha got bitch!" He says, grabbing my arm roughly. No, no one touches me like that. I'm not usually one to swear, but I felt it was appropriate at the time.
"Fuck off!" I say loudly.
"Feisty one aren't ya?"
"Screw you." I say gravely.
"I could easily take you out, steal all of your shit, and make it outta here without a scratch."
"If my stuff is 'shit' why do you want it?" I hiss. His grip tightens on my arm, and I try not to show the pain.
"I said give me your bag bitch!" He booms.
"No." I say, zero emotion in my voice.
"Whatcha gonna do about it?" He asks. What was I going to do about it?
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry it's so short I wanted to stop it there cause it was perfect timing. Well bye!
P.S
I do NOT edit so I apologize for any grammatical errors.
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