Whisper

The Old Car In The Back Alley

Troy returned to the truck an hour or so later, still pissed off and tense. You could feel the negetive energy surronding him, and it made me upset to think of what has happened to the boys' families. They tried to warn them about what terrible crimes their cousin had committed, but instead he went and made a bloody mess of them.

Slaughtered them, as I'd pictured a horrifying room of blood puddles with its own victim, one after the other. Children, parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, family friends.. how many had he killed?

The door was pulled shut forcefully, and I woke up startled as I laid in Kaydens arms. I must have fallen asleep after Troy had left.

Whoops...

"If you need to piss, I'd suggest you'd go now, in maccas. Make it quick; we're leaving!" Troy stormed.

Taking the oppurtunity to have a moment to gather my composure and get the trash out of the truck, I slipped over Kayden's knees and off onto the ground below. The sun was high and I blinked as I regained my sight from inside the darkness of the truck.

I shut the door gently, holding onto the door until it clicked into place as not to awaken the half asleep teen in the back seat. I hopped over the curb again, and headed inside to find a bin. Convieniently, there was one right next to the sign with the two men, one with and one without a cape. I shoved the trash through and hurried upstairs to do what I had to do.

I finished quickly and washed my hands. The scent of business hand-wash filled the room; I guessed it was a lavender, or jasmine, perhaps?

Unsure, I rinsed my hands and dried my hands under the air thingy. I used to love standing under them as a kid, I'd stand under it and move around so it made enough noise so that you couldn't hear the person in the cubicle doing what they had to. Me and my friend would do it all the time!

That thought made me slightly sad; I was too tall to stand under it, and my friend who I'd used to do it with was no longer with me...

After a quick moment of realisation and putting certain pieces together, I clenched my hands into fists and stormed down the stairs. Even making assumptions and not clarifying all the facts, I knew that damned Sir Grins was in serious trouble now!

I calmed myself down and waited, specifically aiming to be served by Nerd. I observed him as he worked with two more customers. His face was skinny and his eyes were a dark hazel, he had black hair with a few green streaks through it. His body was skinny but firm, and he was slighty shorter than average, about my height... ish.

As the older lady infront of ne took her items and left, I stepped forward, still edging out my plan.

"Hi!" he welcomed, "And what can I get for you?" he smiled.

I leaned my elbow and wrist on the bench and leaned over the bench.

"No no no..." I hushed him, "It's what can you get from me..." I winked, playing against this bastards instict.

He shivered. "But your brother, and your boyfriend!" he yelped. "They'd kick my ass!" he gulped sadly.

I leaned myself in closer to him and whispered near his ear. "No one will have to know." I hinted. "I assure you... Come along dearest, working all day long... You must be exhausted." I whispered as I dragged my sentence on, trying to convince him that he'd been working too hard for too long and needed a break.

"Boss, whens break?" he called out toward the back with all the foods and chips.

A moment later, a womans voice called out. "Now, you got 15 minutes!" I was surprised to hear a woman reply to his question; I was expecting a not-so-little guy in a suit. Apparently, I was wrong...