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.I head to work bright and early.Work seriously blows these days.The customers piss me off and ittakes every fiber of strength not to yell at these people to shove their phone up their ass and then callme back and tell me how it felt.I ve been here for too damn long now to go and screw up the best jobI ve ever had.The world s economy nowadays is a complete joke as is.I d never be able to findanother job with the pay I make and the benefits I receive.This is the one place I have learned to tamemy tongue to suck it up and sound fake as shit.The training has actually come in handy a few timesrecently.So for that, thank you lame ass customer service job.The nice customers actually make my job worth it.The ones who truly appreciate your help, so verydifferent from the ones who get pissed off and yell at you because they can t afford their fucking carpayment.Hey dude! I could have told ya that you couldn t afford an Escalade when you re living offfood stamps!Dumbass.There are seriously people like that in the world.They screw the system over repeatedly so they cankeep up with their outer image.It s like, Hell yeah I m trailer trash, but you can be damn sure myride will be pimp 20 inch rims included.Rollin on dubs.Now don t get me wrong, I am notknocking people who live in trailers by any means.Hell, I grew up in one, but the car we drove aroundrepresented it.We had a normal family car.Not brand new and out of our price range, but an average,affordable car.It s the people who d rather pay more for a car than living arrangements that get me.Are you going to have your friends come over and hang out in your car since your home is shitty incomparison? I personally have never understood it.But I guess that can be the same way with howpeople present themselves to the world as well.On the outside I m a shiny pair of twenty inch rims.But on the inside I m nothing more than a rusty, scratched to shit, pair of factory wheels.I plan onchanging that though.My manager Megan stops by my station as I m packing my things up. So, I hear it s a girl.Congratulations Mallory! I m so happy for you. She bends down to hug me. Thanks girl.I m about to go buy my lil princess a whole new wardrobe as we speak.It s muchmore fun to buy cute baby clothes than fat ass maternity looking ones. I shudder at the thought thatI m about to have to put all my old clothes to the side for the rest of this pregnancy.They re startingto get a bit snug. Oh girl please, you are anything but fat.Hell, I look more pregnant than you do.I m surprised youeven have a baby growing down there.I m sure it ll hit you all at once!I roll my eyes. Geez thanks.Exactly what I wanted to hear.Well, I ll see ya tomorrow.As I make my way out, I notice a sign posted on the elevator doors.Great, this can t be good.Just asI expected it says Closed due to Maintenance.Good to know they do actually maintain the ancientdeathtrap.The dreaded stairs it is.It takes me a couple go rounds before I finally find the door for thestairs.I m not sure I ve ever had to use them since working here the past two years.I really hope theymaintain the elevators more than once every two years.I push open the heavy metal door that has onesquare window in it that I m too short to reach.It doesn t shut as quickly as a heavy metal doorshould, so I turn around to see if something stopped it.More like who kept the door from shuttingright away.Surely I m imagining this. You.What the fuck are you doing here? I cannot control the hate that s coursing through myveins.The kind of hate that you feel when your actions will most definitely be worth spending the restof your life in prison for. You don t look so happy to see me, Mallory.Chapter Eight*SETH*I actually rushed to the airport as soon as the truth that tiny picture held hit me full force.Derek hadhopped in and rode with me.I guess he knew I d need some sense talked into me and he d be the manfor the job.Jesika had informed him over the phone that Mallory s flight had already taken off by thetime we arrived.I instantly ran to the first travel agent I could find, fully intending to buy the nextdamn plane ticket back home.I was going to chase down the woman I loved.I had questions and shehad the answers.Plus, with all the other bullshit that had just been revealed, I was desperately seekingan escape.But before I could book it out of Sin City, my sensible brother reminded me of my bandmates that were counting on me.We had a chance to land a recording deal, and Derek was right; Icouldn t be the one responsible for ruining that for them or me hell, this is my dream too.I agreedthat I would stay here and finish out the next few weeks of this part of the tour and then go home andconfront Mallory when we have a break for a few days.I m not a flower sending kind of man, but for some damn reason I feel that Mallory deserves someroses, and I m going to be the one to send her some.I also want her to know that I plan on talking toher when I go back home.Whenever the hell that might really be.I had tried calling her later on thatnight after she had left, wanting to make sure she made it home.I knew she wouldn t answer, but whatI didn t expect was some dude answering.It was quite interesting.I was instantly on high alert anddefensive as if I had a reason to be.Turns out Todd was just the lucky new owner of Mallory s oldnumber.Good to know she now has a new one.It s now two days later and I m finally able to fully absorb what all took place.I fucking hate daddydearest, but I ve also got this sour taste in my mouth where my mother is concerned.I think a muchneeded call is due and some fucking questions need to be answered.It rings and rings until the voicemail picks up.Go fucking figure.She must already know aboutwhat took place the other day
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