Abused Hidden Invisible

Humiliation

I stepped into our run down rented house. I looked in the living room closing the door as quietly as I could. Tiffiney was passed out on the couch with a bottle of vodka on the table and a cigarette burning in the ash tray. I walked as quietly as I could to my bedroom and changed into my sonic uniform. I redid my make-up and  tied my hair back in a ponytail. I put on tennis shoes, my only shoes, and went to the kitchen and made a quick meal for her before she wakes up. I grabbed my cell and walked out leaving a note on the table by her food saying I was at work and would be back later with my paycheck.

I walked out the front door and headed down the street towards down town where there was sonic. It wasn't a big town, but it worked. I looked at my cell phone to check the time. 6:13. Crap! I started running. I can't be late for work again. I ran inside the work station and grabbed an apron.

"Your ass better not be late!" Phill yelled from the grill.

"Nope, still got 2 minutes." I said smiling. He may seem like a jackass sometimes, but he really did care.

"Just get to work before I fire your smartass!" He yelled pointing the spatula at me.

"Yes sir!" I saluted and walked out the door to sever orders. I put on a smile and acted all nice and sweet. I was the only waitress on time today and so I had to work my butt off. She will be loved was playing when I walked over to a black pick-up to give the owner their coke and burger when a black Toyota tundra pulled in beside it. I stepped beside the costumers car and gave him his food, he looked vaguely familiar.

"Here you are sir." I said smiling.

"Thanks, $4.19, right?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I said. He handed me a five and I gave him his change back. I turned to leave when the tundras owner rolled down his windows.

"Hey man! You going to Mike's party tonight?" The one and only Lance Walkins. I gulped and walked  away as fast as I could. Please don't make me get his order, please. I prayed. I walked inside to grab the next persons order. They were on the other side of the parking lot. I walked over to a red mustang. Please, not him. I gulped and walked over to it anyways. The owner had their window rolled down. Even from the back of his head I could tell it was Jamey.

"Excuse me." I said. The girl, no doubt being Stacey waved me off. "Excuse me!" I said with more force.

"What?" Jamey yelled finally pulling away. I looked down hurt that he would yell at me, even if he didn't know it was me.

"Your meal." I said not even looking at him. I gave him is bag and the drinks. He had paid with a credit card so he didn't have to pay me. I walked away, not even looking back. I grabbed the next order. Great the black tundra. I sighed and walked over to it. The windows were rolled down and Lance was still talking to the other black pick-up. Oh! He's Roger, he graduated last year. The tundra was huge so the the window was right at my head.

"Excuse me sir, your order." I said.

"Yeah, talk to you later man. How much again?" He asked looking in he wallet.

"Four thirty five." I said. I gave him his bag looking down so he wouldn't see me. He grabbed the bag.

"Hey, you gonna take the money?" He asked. I looked up and took it. He made a face.

"The freak works here? God, my food contaminated!" He said. I heard a girl laugh from the truck. He dumped his food out into the parking lot and before I could move away he dumped his drink on my head. I gasped from the cold icy drink soaking my head and shoulders.

"Keep the change emo freak." He said and backed out. I walked to the work station and tried to keep myself from crying. I lost my best friend to the populars and just got humiliated by my worst enemy. Phill saw me and so did Loury, a 20 yr old working through college. I tore off my apron and walked into the bathroom and let the tears fall.

I wiped my face and readjusted myself and my make-up. I walked out. Phill had my check ready.

"I better not see you late tomorrow!" He said sternly. I nodded then he did the weirdest thing. He hugged me. I hugged him back and said thanks.  Loury saw me when she was about to grab another order.

"Bye hun! Take it easy!" She said waving.

"Yes, ma'am." I said leaving. I walked towards the 24/7 bank and cashed my check and the started to walk home. I stopped by the food store to get some cereal and milk and Tiffiney her Dr. Pepper and Coke.

I walked up  the side walk beside the house and heard music blasting and people yelling. I sighed and opened the door. I hurried to the kitchen to put up the food. Tiffiney walked through the stained baby blue door way clearly drunk and/or stoned. I set her sodas on the table and decided it would be best to leave. She snared at me with her make-up plastered face.

"How much did you get?" She demanded. She never forgot to ask that when I brought home a paycheck.

"Um.. Two hundred and sixteen." I said pulling out the left over money from the store. She grabbed it  and started counting.

"You usually make more." She hissed and stashed the money in her bra just as her newest boyfriend Greg walked in. He was bald and mean as hell. He beat me once because I didn't call him sir. I looked away.

"Can I please go to my room?" I asked.

"No. What did you do with the rest of the money?" Tiffiney demanded.

"I don't know what you mean." I said. She stalked closer to me.

"Yes you do  you whore!" She yelled. I flinched as she took her hand back to hit me. "I bet you used it to buy all that make-up you fucking fake!" She yelled and hit me across my face. My head whipped to the side and tears stung my eyes. My cheek burned, I could taste blood in my mouth. I blinked and then look back at her. Greg had his arms wrapped around her waist and was kissing her neck with a smirk. She looked more fake then I ever would. She straighten her bleached blond hair to the point it looked dead and wore make-up that didn't even hide the fact she had bags under her eyes and wrinkles from smoking and drugs. She was wearing a tube top that pushed up her breast to the point where they almost fell out and she wore some of my skinny jeans she thought she could wear.

"Go wipe off that make-up you whore." She said. I nodded.

"I didn't hear a yes ma'am." Greg said. He smirked.

"Yes, ma'am." I said. As I walked past Greg hit the back of my head. I winched. My headache got worse.

I walked down the stairs and into my bathroom and washed off all my make-up. I changed back into the clothes I wore to school. I walked back up the stairs and saw people I didn't know making out in our kitchen and I walked into the living room where Tiffiney was in Greg's lap snorting some crack. I looked away. Then the doorbell rang.

"GO GET THE DAMN DOOR BITCH!" Greg yelled at me.

"Yes sir." I said and walked to get the door. I thought it was one of their friends so I just swung it wide open.

"Holy shit!" Jamey yelled. I stared wide eyed at him. Why the hell was he here??? "What the hell happened to you??"