Page 8 of Silver
Bessie:Hi, babe. You coming in soon?
Shit… I’d completely forgotten to quit, starting out with taking a week’s vacation and then forgetting about it. I swore to myself that I would quit as soon as I knew I wouldn’t be returning. The owner, Christian, had told me it was fine to take a week off, but now I felt horrible for letting them worry about me. It felt weird to acknowledge it to myself, but I’d been afraid of losing the first place I’d ever felt safe. Christian was fierce when it came to the safety of his employees, and even offered us self-defense classes, his treat. I had gone to a few, but I had to admit that I hated fighting. It was boring and hurt my pretty nails. I’d stopped after a brutal nail injury. It simply wasn’t worth it after that.
Me:OMG! I’m so sorry, Bess! I completely forgot to call in and quit. I got a chance to travel the world with some new friends and I’m loving it! Is Christian mad at me?
Her response came almost immediately.
Bessie:God no! He’s just worried sick! But good for you bebs! You go out and make the world your bitch. But if this is a kidnapper texting from your phone and you’re actually dead or something, then fuck you and your tiny dick, asshole!
God, I loved her.
Me:It’s me. I literally called you Bess. Drama queen.
Bessie:Good! Now CALL Christian. He deserves a call from you.
I sighed. She was right.
“Hey,guys?” I said, gaining all their attention. “I um, I forgot to quit my job, so I’ll just make a quick phone call in the other room, ‘kay?”
They nodded and continued their conversation.
I closed the door to the second bedroom and tried not to think about the fact that Wilston and I would be sharing that bed together soon. Nope, not thinking about it.
I dialed up Christian, glad I was finally able to act like the adult that I was, holding my breath until he answered.
“Silver?” Christian’s warm voice reached me and I almost let a tear escape my eye. Christian had been the reason I’d survived. He’d been my friend. Boss. A father figure sometimes, too. Hearing the relief in his voice both filled me with warmth and guilt.
“Yes, it’s me,” I said, quickly wiping away a tear. I lost the battle then with my ability to hold them back and more tears flowed. I’d been so afraid to close the door on that part of my life, too worried I wouldn’t be able to return. I’d been so stupid. I would have my friends there forever. Including Christian.
He sighed. “I’m so glad to hear you’re okay! Don’t ever scare me like that again! I’ve gotten wrinkles because of you! And you know I like my face and ass wrinkle free.”
I laughed and he joined me.
I decided to be honest. He was my friend and he deserved the truth. “I’m not coming back, Christian. I… I found some friends from my childhood, and they’re travelling the world together and asked if I wanted to join them.” He hummed, so I continued. “I was afraid to quit right away, in case things changed after I spent more time with them, but now I know this is where I belong.” I held my breath and waited for his response.
“And these friends… are just friends?” I rolled my eyes; not like he could see it, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Yes, they’re just friends,” I replied with a chuckle.
“Ah, such a shame. Adventure is so much more fun with some dick on the side,” he sighed, almost as if he felt sorry for me and my dick lacking adventure.
“So, my adventure aside, are you okay? I know you have a few strippers who want a full-time position. I hope I’m not causing trouble by leaving like this.”
“Notrouble at all. Well, except for the wrinkles, but that’s nothing a little Botox won’t be able to fix.” I smiled as he continued. “Now, I’ll need to hear from you once in a while, you know, to see that you’re alive and well.”
“I’ll make sure to text or call when I can. I don’t know how often that’ll be, though. We live on the road and we don’t always have a connection on our phones.” It wasn’t a complete lie; Xari had told me that the secluded campsites didn’t always have reception.
“Just promise me you’ll have a great time.”
“I promise.”
After we hung up, I remembered I hadn’t dealt with my trailer. I mentally shrugged. I had nothing of value there and always paid in cash each month. The owner would simply think I died or left town, and then rent it out to someone else. I truly didn’t care.
I looked at the time and felt the same fluttery feeling begin in my stomach. We would go to bed soon.
I needed to change into some cute pajamas, making me look good even in sleep clothes. Luckily, I’d bought one pink pair that was still clean.
I left the room to join the others and get ready for the night.
