Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free.
But, I guess it was just wishful thinking.
-(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-


3. CH. 3

After he had left the diner, I dug in my pocket to pull out how much of a tip he gave me. I must say, it was a bit much for a tip. It was around the amount I get paid an hour. I unfolded the dollars to see a note.

Meet me at the park? I'd like to talk to you. - H xx

 I sighed, not knowing if I should go or not. "Emma! Stop 'dilly dallying' and get to work! I'm not paying you to stand here all day. There's a young couple waiting to be seated. Now, shoo!" Stacy exclaimed. I rolled my eyes, once again, and walked over to the couple. I was shocked when I saw how young they were. They looked 12....

"Um, welcome. Table for 2?" I asked. "No, table 7." The young girl snickered, sarcastically. Her 'boyfriend' laughed.

These two should be fun.

"Of course, right this way if you would." I began to walk off to a table. "We want a booth." Said the boy.

Everybody wants a booth. <___>

I placed down the menus. "May I start you off with drinks?" I asked taking out my notebook. "Um, I'll have the Jack Daniels Whiskey." Cheered the girl.

Is this hooker serious?
"You have to be 21 or over to order alcohol. Sorry, sweetheart." I said nicely. She rolled her eyes. "We'll have coke." The boy said. "Ok, I'll be right back with that." I turned on my heel and got their drinks.


My shift ended and  I headed home. When I arrived at my apartment, I dug in my pocket for my key, and felt the note. I pulled it out and looked over it.

Should I go?

I thought.

"Well, it beats staying at home the rest of the night. Also, I really don't want Angie coming over." I said to myself. Angie always invited her self over on days she worked the lobby.

I found my key and unlocked the door. After walking into the kitchen, I opened the fridge and got out the supplies to make a sandwich.

When I placed the meat on, my phone vibrated on the counter. I wiped my hands off and looked at my phone. 'Blocked number.'

I hesitated before answering. "Hello?" I asked into the phone. "Hey, Emma." Angie's emotionless voice called into the phone. I silently groaned. "Hi, Angie." I said. "I'm going to come over." She said. "Wait, no ang-" I didn't get to finish my sentence. She had hung up before I got the chance. This time I loudly groaned. A sudden knock came to my door.

"Dammit." I mumbled. I finished making my sandwich before opening the door.

"Thanks for letting me over." Angie walked into my apartment, without giving me a chance to speak. "Actually-"  -  "Oh, sandwich." She grabbed the sandwich off my plate. "Help yourself." I mumbled through gritted teeth, then shut the door.

She plopped on the couch and turned on the T.V.

"Angie, I-"

"You don't have MTV." She went through the channels with my remote. "Yes, I do, but-"

"Oh, I will just watch ABC.: She placed down the remote. I stood watching this creature on my couch. I knew she didn't have anyone else, but she is really starting to annoy me over the years. She would not stopped talk with her mouth full. I closed my eyes and rubbed my head. "ANGIE!" I yelled, making her shut the hell up. "I am really busy, and I would appreciate it if you could eat the sandwich away from my apartment." I said, calmly. "Well, why didn't you just say so?" She stood, then walked out of the door. "Bye, Emma." She said.

I groaned, once again. I went to the bedroom to dress out of my uniform. I put on skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

"I cant believe I'm doing this." I mumbled.

I locked my apartment door, and headed off to the park.



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