Guitar Lessons

Chapter 2

I looked out through the big windows of the shop. The sun was falling lower, and it should be about the time I'd have to leave. I glanced over at the clock above the seats. It was 4 already and it barely felt like I've been here for long. Once the group of guys had left, the business continued the same as usual, but Ryder was hooked on the fact of how strange they looked. I merely shook my head at his comments and we spoke about random things as time ticked on. Talking with him always made me lose track of time, but it was something that I liked, talking and forgetting about everything else.

"Ryder, it's 4, we've got to close up and I need to get back home," I informed him. Ryder pouted with a sigh.

"Fine, fine, see you next Saturday?" he said. I nodded in response, taking off my apron. I tossed it to the side of a chair and hugged him.

"Bye Ryder!" I gave him a small smile and unattached myself from him. I gave him a wave and left. Ryder usually stayed later than I did, mostly to tell Mr. Richards that I had left and to catch a ride with him back home since they were neighbors.

Stepping outside into the cold, I let out a huff and put up my hood and stuck my hands into my pockets. I looked back inside the shop and gave off a small smile as Ryder made eye contact with me. He paused and waved at me before slipping inside to the back of the shop. I started my walk home, watching the ground beneath me move and occasionally looking up at the passing cars. It wasn't at all dark yet and there were kids filled inside the park, but it was a Sunday and most parents were dragging home their kids for the school day tomorrow.

A wind blew softly and I shivered a bit. I should've brought something a bit thicker, but this was fine. I could deal with the cold. I stopped walking and looked up at the building a bit up ahead. Well, looks like my house. I walked a bit quicker and pulled out my keys from my back pocket of my jeans and unlocked the door. I stepped inside and shut the door, letting out a huff of breath. It was quite warm inside and it was heating me up quickly. I shook off my sweater and ran upstairs, placing it over my bedside and ran back down, washing my hands. I left my sleeves down to my wrists. I dried my hands and stood back a bit, looking off. Hm, what shall I make today?

Shuffling through the cabinets and the fridge, I gathered an array of different things. White break slices, eggs, ham, turkey, apples, oranges, lettuce, tomatoes, potatoes, green beans, salt, chicken, and oh so more that I can't remember at this point. Well, let's get started I suppose. I pulled out a pot and filled it half way with water and place it on top of the stove, turning it on. That'll boil in a few and I'll make some chicken soup. What my plan was, was to make some chicken soup with toast, mashed potatoes on the side, small sandwiches, and maybe a bit of macaroni and cheese. My father was a really bipolar eater, and I didn't want my consequences due to my foolishness.

Eventually, I finished cooking everything up and it was all laying around the kitchen. I had bowls, plates, spoons, and forks already out. I set everything out on the dining table, and if he wanted more then he could just go and get more. I laid out the spoons and forks neatly on folded tissue. I froze when I heard a car pulling in. Shoot, shoot, shoot. I turned around and ran up the stairs and straight into my bedroom, taking hold of my door handle. I heard the engine cut off and slowly pushed my door closed. I let out the breath I was holding and collapsed on to the bed, burying myself beneath the covers. That was too close, thank god I made it up here. I snuggled up and reached above me and took a hold of something soft on my bedpost. I pulled it down and looked at the stuffed bunny in the dark. another item, and another memory that's long gone and I've lost all thoughts of it. I placed it back against the bedpost and exhaled. The clock read 8 and it was way too early for me to even fall asleep, but there was nothing else that I could do for the time being. Oh this is going too be one long night.