Junebug

Strawberry Waffles

"The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town."

I remember that's how it went, childish. I remember I sang it when I was in the trunk of that car, to make me less scared when we hit all the bumps. To say it's turbulence or a trampoline, or just the school bus hitting a rough patch. But school buses take you away from your family, so did that car.

The morning sky was yellow like a school bus. I liked the idea of that, a yellow sky. Blue was all to common, and all that yellow reminded me of the specks in my fathers eyes. The yellow of the sky and green of the fields that kissed it, they where my fathers eyes.

"Junebug, what you thinking about?"

"The sky."

"Why?"

"It looks like someone's eyes."

"What are you talking about, mine are blue!"

"I know."

"June we need to cheer you up, how about waffles?"

"Only with strawberries on top." I sulk.

"See I know my girl." He says as he pulls over into a nearby lit, wordlessly entering the tiny RV kitchen

I haphazardly observe my own complexion in the tinted glass. It was something to be rationed, mostly because the older I got the more I looked like my Dad, and the less I looked like me. Every day was another reminder of how I'd changed, and it made me question if he would recognize me when I saw him again.

"June you want chocolate chips?"

"Please!"

"Okay just wash up."

I walk out to the side of the RV where we keep the water jugs. The waters cold, but I suppose its been out there all night. I strip off my hoodie and start running water over it, watching the blood seep out from it.

"Im sorry."

It would have seemed distasteful, in a different life. What kept her alive was now splashing onto the ground. Her life was in that blood, and I was feeding it to the flowers. i carved her name in the ground. "Emma."

He never bothered learning the names, or if he did it was from the radio stories. "The night stalkers". Sounds rather impressive. But hers was on her name tag, she was a good waitress, too good. I left my jacket inside and she ran to the car to give it back, now she was stained all over my jacket. He almost let her live.

I hang the jacket on a chair before before moving onto my hands, I could never seem to get it out from under my nails, maybe I should just paint them?

Then came the roar of an engine, loud on purpose. People with such big cars tend to be overcompensating. But i suppose thats a good thing, they won't fight, at least it will be quick.

He parks, he looks, sees the pool of blood I'm standing in.

"Val!"

He comes running, anything that could be a threat to me sent him running. He makes eyes contact with him, before he smiles. The man frantically shuffles to get out, its sad, like a fish flopping out of water. Its almost a relief when the gunshot rings out. Val was one sick bastard, but he was a damn good shot.

"Come on lets get breakfast, ill deal with him after."

And thats how it was, he was dead, and I was about to have my waffles.

Hey back from inactivity! Had this fun lil idea, please please please leave what you think in the comments!! Also ask any questions you may have so I can make this chapter and story in general clearer and better for you guys! Also no cover at the moment because Wattpad a being a bitch but I'll figure it out later lol-Lexi