"I feel bad for the people who never go crazy."
Trepidation (n): a feeling
of fear or
agitation
about
something
that may happen.
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Athena Williams is a quiet and hardworking girl wit...
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"NO MORE HEADACHES, then. Right, Thee?" Dan chuckled sarcastically in response to Allie's comment regarding an obviously no-show Jake Abbey over the course of the past few days. Athena continued to stare at vacant booth eight which has been empty for three days in counting.
Jake Abbey's picturesque stature was missed greatly in the small diner...some missed him more than others.
"Maybe he's just busy, ya know. Another job maybe?" Allie urged sweetly, trying her best to cheer up her seemingly glum brunette friend.
"He doesn't work during the day," Athena muttered lowly, her eyes leaving the barren sight as she turned with melancholic features.
"I hope he's okay."
Athena quickly wipes her sweaty palms onto her wrinkled apron before walking out of the back and onto the empty floor of Augustine's. Her mind kept trailing back to Jake's very sudden and brash departure three days ago. The man seemed incensed and severely jolted. It was as if he knew something everyone didn't, and he had to somehow keep whatever it was a secret.
The entrance bell dinged loudly in the diner, drowning out the music playing softly in the background of the space. Athena's brown eyes quickly shifted to the door, her lips curving into a smile quickly before it disappears entirely. Mr. Fredrickson hobbled in and towards his usual table, prompting Allie to wisp by her.
"How ya doing Mr. Freddie? Do you want regular or decaf this morning?"
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Athena Williams made her way back home by seven o' eight, the sun slowly setting as the sky began to shift from its orangey gold hue to that of a more purple and navy color. A small spritz of bright stars began to show, and Athena wished she could marvel at the sight forever. It was simply beautiful.
Her scuffed white vans trudged up to her front door, where she jiggled her keys into the rusted lock. With a turn of her wrist, she easily unlocked the door and pushed herself inside an eerily quiet home. The lights were on, and Athena noticed this abruptly. The lights were almost never on, being that the T.V illuminated the home when she would return home from work. The young woman placed her keys on the counter, along with her bag as she slowly stepped forward.
"Dad? I'm home..."
The brunette continued on slowly, her shoes silent against the dull wood floor as she gazed into the bright living room. Seated on the opposite side of where a timid Athena Williams stood, was her very drunk father-Dennis Williams.
"You finally decide to come home," he states, glaring at the young girl as he lifts a beer to his lips.
"-Yeah. Sorry, I had to stay a bit later than normal. Allie had a family emergency to tend to, so I helped out-"
"-you just don't get it, do you? You're something else. A piece of fucking work." The man spits, slamming his can onto the scarred wooden table in front of him.
