Thinking Teal (Wentworth Fanfiction)

.:Chapter 19:.

   Waking up from a late night's sleep is dreadful, especially when it's alone. I prop myself up with my elbows, gazing around the current room that I inhabit. Same old room. I lay back down, face in my open palms as my dark brown hair falls onto the pillow. Waking up beside at least Franky was normal. Alone? Not so much. I lift my head back up, flicking my legs off the bed as I stood, stretching far beyond my capability.

   "Yeah, I know. And- good luck I guess?" I mutter over the phone to Franky, her saying about her future job. I rush on my jeans before grabbing the car keys off the table, darting outside the front before hanging up. I jolted down the concrete steps from my apartment, pushing open the entrance door as I hit the street. It was almost immediately packed with cars, which wasn't always a bad thing. I raced over to the only car in the parking lot, my silver 2017 Holden Commodore VFII range. A good car, especially when you have somewhere to be. I single out the alarm system key for the car, clicking 'unlock' as it sings a two second happy tune. I jog over to it, pulling open the driver's door as I sit in. Upon closing the door, I grip the steering wheel, breathing heavily in and out. Today was the day I went for a job.

   Pulling up on the  entrance of the Clinic, I saw dogs and cats and all sorts of creatures walking in side every few minutes. Busy. I look to my left at a photo of me and Franky, one I took when I was drunk. I watched it with so much intent for a few seconds before grabbing it roughly, opening my glove box and shoving it in. I gripped my hair, propping myself up again with a few deep breaths. I was nervous, alright. Oh, and I definitely need to take a photo of just me and Ruby.

   I grab my keys from the turned off engine and exit the car, locking the door as I walk through the doors of Port Melbourne Vet. My dream job. Upon arrival, I was greeted by people in the waiting bay, looking at animals. There were dogs, cats and Rabbits in particular, although maybe one or two of each. One of the dogs was a happy Golden Retriever who had a cast on, the other was a normal looking Cavalier, possibly going for a check-up. The cats were different, inside their cages. One was a pretty ginger Tabby and the other was a fluffy - but scared looking - white cat. The rabbit was different, a pretty spotty coat inside a pretty pink harness as it played with a kid and a carrot. Odd.

   "Hello! Miss! Do you have a check up?" I look over to the counter, a lady with tied up hair and glasses leaned over, watching me with a smile. I managed to look back to the dogs for a split second before walking to the marble counter.

   "Yes, I have a job interview with-"

   "Casey Ingrid?" the girl cut me off, as I nodded in her response. "All right! Step through that hallway and she will greet you, shortly!" I nodded my thanks before departing, holding my hands comfortably in front of my stomach.

   "Yes, Delilah Jones is it?" I look off to my right, a tall younger looking woman steps out, taking heart beat monitors from her ears.

   "Ahh, yes." I smile, eyes locked onto hers attentively. She stuck out her hand as I shook it.

   "Casey Ingrid. Thanks for meeting. Right this way." she waved me forward as I followed her cluelesly into an office-like situation, walls decked with happy pets of all sorts. She walked into a fully dark-teal room with black interior. I look down to the dark blue carpet, at least glad that the carpet didn't remind me of the prison.

   "Now, if I may understand that.. Sorry if it's a place I shouldn't touch.. you are an ex-prisoner?" I look up to meet Casey's eyes as she sat at her desk. I looked around myself for a maroon seat, perching myself onto it.

   "Uhh, yes, yes. I was. For five months. I think. Or more, seven? Yeah." I stutter, folding my hands in my lap. She gives me a small smile before looking down to her paper work.