Her eyes skittered away, though, confirming that she was full of shit.
“Stay here,” I said. “I have to go take care of something. Then we’ll talk.”
“Where are you going?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“To talk to Birdee.”
“Be nice to her, Jus—Creed. She was coming from a really good place.”
I shrugged. “I don’t really care.”
Fourteen
The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.
—Birdee’s secret thoughts
Birdee
I was exhausted after having not slept a single wink last night.
I stayed awake, wondering if every single sound I heard was my stepfather coming back into my place.
By the time the sun rose, I gave up on sleep and started unpacking.
After I did a load of laundry, I took a shower, got ready for the day, and prepared the ‘I quit this stupid job’ letter.
Stacy was going to be pissed, but it was something that I had to do.
Charleigh had already handed in her resignation yesterday via email, meaning Stacy was already short one person. Now he was about to be short two.
He would have to do it all himself until he found someone else to do the hard part—handling the actual snakes.
I wouldn’t bother giving two weeks’ notice.
I started with Great Dane’s tomorrow, and I was very open with my intent to come to work immediately and leave my other job.
At first, they weren’t too excited about how I was leaving it, but they understood once I’d explained about Stacy and how uncomfortable he made me. Turns out, the owner’s wife had also been made to feel uncomfortable by Stacy, and concurred that she’d have left the job the same way had she been in my situation.
Charleigh was starting tomorrow with me, and I was super excited about my official ‘big girl’ job.
It took me over ten years to get to this very point in my life, and now that it was here, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself.
What do you mean I no longer have to study my every available second?
What do you mean I can come home after work and actually relax?
What do you mean that I will make a livable wage?
I was lost in thought as I waited for my letter of resignation to print out that I didn’t hear the screech of tires outside of my house, or the thunderous sound of boots pounding up the walkway to my house.
I did, in fact, hear the door get smashed in, though.
Then Creed was there, looking ferociously angry, and ready to beat the shit out of me.
I expected him to be angry.
I didn’t expect him to bust down my door and start yelling the moment he saw me.
