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- Author: KD Jennings
- Language: English
- Genre: Contemporary Romance Fiction
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Stella’s Diner is fucking slammed. I am just now getting off my shift that
Jake was supposed to have covered four hours ago. I’ve been here since ten
in the morning, and it’s coming up at six now. I am so exhausted; I feel like
a zombie who has come back from the dead. I finally decided to eat my first
meal of the day with a burger, fries, and a vanilla milkshake. I really should
consider it dinner.
The bell on the door to the diner rings, letting Jackie know she has a
new customer to serve. I don’t dare look at them, though, simply because
I’m too caught up in my phone with the sixteen unread messages and phone
calls. My mom consists of thirteen of them. The other three texts are from
Jackie talking shit about customers.
Mom is screaming at me, wondering where I am, as per usual. She
knows I have a job. And I’m her only source of income, yet she still
chooses to make my life a living hell. She’s sick, I remind myself. As a kid,
I was never really allowed to hang out with girls my age because my
mother needed me at all times.
Whether it was to steal the latest perfume she desperately wanted or
groceries that we couldn’t afford, we always had money for the alcohol,
though. My father’s absence resulted in us being poor, and my mother
couldn’t keep a stable job due to her condition. I never understood why dad
didn’t pay child support after he left. I guess he really didn’t want Lincoln
and me any longer.
My father walked out on us a long time ago, and Mom doesn’t say
anything about it. When I was younger, I’d go into the floorboard in the
kitchen and pull out the photo album she hid when I was around. It’s as if
she wanted to keep him a secret, away from me.
She says he walked out because of me, and that it’s my fault. It doesn’t
help that I have his light green eyes and brown curly hair. I’m always a
reminder of him. Most of the words that come out of her mouth stem from
Dad and I were two peas in a pod when I was growing up; he was better
off then. Thinking about it now creates an ache in my chest. Our lives were
never perfect growing up, but it was good. Sometimes.
The fight that supposedly was responsible for my father’s leave was
over him losing his job. I had already had a parent who relied on alcohol as
a stress reliever, and he quickly started drinking more like Mom. When
Lincoln and I plotted an intervention with Carol. I didn’t realize what a
waste of time it was.
Lincoln did most of the yelling, and I was the one blamed. I was
seventeen years old, and Lincoln was twenty, feeding our drunk parents like
they were our children. Dad obviously wasn’t as bad off as Mom, but the
next day after our fight, we never saw him again.
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