Until I Die(18+)

7.

Edited: 8.3.21

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        WE JOIN THE OTHER RESIDENTS FOR BREAKFAST.

        Dad takes a seat next to Uncle John, Mum next to him. I hesitate, not wanting to sit near Mum but luckily Eric steps in, taking the spot next to her so I didn't have to. I claim the empty chair beside him. 

        A buffet lays on the table. Hash browns, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast. The whole nine yards worth of English breakfast. Dad fills his plate all while talking animatedly with Uncle John. Mum grimaces at the greasy food, being fussy about what she put on her plate.

        I, on the other hand, have no problem helping myself. The smell was making my mouth water and I didn't care if it was saturated in fat –I was eating it anyway. Eric had the same attitude, although unlike him I skip the mushrooms.

         As I dig into my meal, I find my gaze wandering to the others at the table. 

         The two owners – Harold and Jennifer– sit opposite me, a little to the left. Jennifer isn't what I'd been expecting. She looks like a forty year old trying her hardest to be twenty again with her bleached blonde hair, face caked in make up, and breasts pushed up to her chin. 

        Next to them is a family of four, picture perfect like something out of a magazine. One boy,  and one girl sit between their parents. They can't have been older than ten. The kids had their Dad's sandy hair, the Mother sticking out like a sore thumb with her raven black locks.

        There was no sight of the other car owners though. 

         I assume they decided to eat in their cabin.

        They all talk amongst each other and I quickly discover Jennifer has a nasally laugh which makes me want to gauge my eardrums out with a spoon. Me and Eric keep to ourselves. Or at least he does until he finishes eating.

        Pushing his plate away, Eric wipes his mouth with a napkin, his eyes on Harold and Jennifer. He clears his throat.

        "Thank you," he tells them politely. Leaning forward, he places his elbows on the table and cups his hands together. "This place runs on generators, correct?"

        Harold nods, cutting away at his plate. "That's right. Ain't got much fuel left now, mind. Less than a weeks worth for sure."

        "We can find more," Dad pipes up. 

        "I'm sure this'll all be blown over by then," Jennifer butts in, her eyes on Eric. She has a look on her face I can't quite place at first– pursed lips, cheeks hollow – was she actually sucking them in? - and eye lids heavy. . .oh.

        She's practically eye fucking him from across the table.

        What.

        The.  

        Fuck. 

        Something ugly stirs inside of me, making my gut twist. I know it's jealousy but I try my hardest to ignore it.

        What did I possibly have to be jealous about?

        Eric isn't mine.

        But that didn't stop me from suddenly feeling very possessive over him.

        I was ready to fight a bitch.

        "Maybe." Eric didn't appear to be affected by her at all, making me feel rather smug. "But we should be prepared just in case."