❝𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁❞ [✓]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸

Third Person POV

The jukebox whispered out a gentle melody as Jennie shuffled around the room, wiping up tables and stacking chairs. She didn't make much money waitressing, but she needed all she could get. She had just finished a double shift and her bones ached with weariness by the time she was done.

Four years. Four years of doing the same dead-end job, scrimping and saving and still never having enough. It had been two years ago that she finally realized that she couldn't keep going on like this, so she started going to night school, trying to get an associates degree.

"Goodbye," she said with a friendly nod at her coworker. As she opened the door, all she wanted to do was go home and go to bed, but knew that she still had studying to do for her final tomorrow.

She pulled out her keys and made her way to her car. It was a warm night, the air fragrant and the darkness inviting. Jennie remembered a time when she would have luxuriated in this kind of night, laying in the grass outside until she would fall asleep, right under the stars.

Reaching her car, she closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in deeply.

"Jennie."

Startled, she was alert in an instant and looking around for the source of the voice. She saw her car before she saw her, one of those little sporty numbers, it was expensive and sophisticated. The woman to go with it matched completely. Her casual tee-shirt and jeans gave a laid back impression, but it was all too obvious that they were well made and costly. Here was a woman who had done well for herself.

It took Jennie a minute to realize who it was, and when she did, she didn't know what to say. She had gone off to college right after graduation, but Jennie knew that she must come home for holidays and such. Jennie had often thought about seeing her on the street, just strolling along, or perhaps at the movies or the grocery store. She had long ago stopped expecting this, however.

"Do you remember me?" Lisa asked, as if they were old friends or something.

Jennie nodded. Lisa looked exactly the same, only a little older.

"How have you been?"

"What are you doing here?" Jennie snapped out. She had gotten over her shock, and now felt an overwhelming anger.

"I-" She trailed off, and Jennie thought she wasn't going to say anything else, but then she added abruptly. "I came to say I was sorry."

Jennie snorted. "Well thanks, that means a lot," she said sarcastically, and moved to unlock her car door. Lisa was beside her in an instant, blocking her from getting in her car.

"Get out of my way."

"Jennie," her voice sounded like a plea, but she didn't move.

"What are you going to do?" Jennie's voice was venomous, "Force me to a motel?"