Beaten Heart

Chapter Six: Behind the Curtains

        

        I woke up with Shyanne practically shaking me to death. Which could of been a good, happy thing buut i hadnt slept in like three days and i could tell it was still early morning cuz it was dark outside. " Come on women we gotta get you to the boss. " Then my eyes went wide open. And then a smile. MY NEW JOB! I got up and saluted. " Yes Caption!" She laughed . And then i smelled a familiar scent...a good one..." CASADILLAS!" She looked at me wierd..."Noooo pancakes but um close?" There was an awkward silence then i screamed, "PANCAKES!" And i ran to the kitchen to se a huge stack of pancakes on the counter. Then the memories came..."Every morning untill I turned eight ...my mom woul make pancakes....they were my favorite untill my mom went physco and ..made my dad a drunk agian...." She almost dropped her spatula agian. " Thats terrible and stop making me almost drop my spatula!!!" I giggled and ran to the already made pancakes taking one by the hand, rolling it up and eating it like...a uh burrito. Ya its a burrito. " Manners child!" I put syrup in between the pancakes and butter and called them casidillas.After about twenty minutes of turning pancakes into different mexican foods and scarrfing them down.  Shyanne yelled at me to go get ready. I kinda just sat there cuz i had never had any clothes other than the seven outfits id had since i was nine. . ." You dont have any clothes , right come with me ." I followed her into what i thought was narnia but ended up just being her closet.After she rummaged through stuff she picked something out. " Put this on. " I went into the bathroom , concuos of my beaten skinny body. And changed into a bra that was a bit to small, skinny jeans with holes in the thighs,which i didnt know if they were supposed to have them. So i asked shyanne nd she just laughed and told me to hurry. So i put on my socks and boots, the a white tank top, with a black leather jacket. I liked this and smiled. This was....the best thing thats happened to me since i was nine. I ran out of the room and shyanne tought me how to blow dry my hair and straighten it. She put red lipstick and eyeliner and mascara on me, she tought me how to do that. Then we left. After we got to the bar she worked at which was appaerently called , " Stop AND Drink." Abbreviated as , S&D. " Yo bosss , I got a bartender for ya." He came running out of the office. "We will start youre training right away." I was only seventeen but on the newly bought ID i had gotten last night thanks to shyanne, I was 21 so it worked. After about five hours of training. On how to talk to people about there problems, and then mixing different drinks together and calling them bizzare names i was ready. My shift would start at six every morning and go till twelve. I got paid 147 dollors a day. This made me happy. So I stayed at the bar and talked to some guys about break ups and deaths, as they broke there sobriety. After my shift I waited out side for shyanne before the boss came running outside to tell me something. " Shyanne was in a terrible wreck...shes in the hospital!!!! I will drive you." He drove me about a mile to the hospital but he couldnt stay cuz he was the boss of a 24 hour open bar. Tears ran down my cheeks. I heard screaming from another room with a not very private curtain. I ran as fast as I could to the room ...what i saw, " Noooo!!! Please....Shyanne...!" I screamed