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Chapitre 4: Chapter 3: Abby’s Back In Town

I pulled into the parking lot of Huck's two passengers lighter. Ricky was the first to bail, his stoned ass crawling through the back window of his mom's house trying not to get caught. The sound of yelling and his pleading cries coming from inside told me that he hadn't been successful in sneaking past Ms. Nash. We ourselves had to hightail it out of there when the woman came out in a bathrobe armed with a wooden baseball bat. That woman is singlehandedly the prettiest and scariest mother I've ever met, just don't tell Ricky I said that though.

Dropping Billy off took us into the 'historic' center of Munford, in truth it was nothing more than the rich side of town. It was the place of movers and shakers in the community, the mayor and his town council living in pristine brick houses built over a century ago.

The roads were well paved and painted, the street lights didn't flicker and hum, and there wasn't a trailer in sight. It was the perfect brochure scenery of a town, and my rusted red sedan was ruining it. The only other police officer in the town was trailing us the entire way, and for good reason too. It was Billy's father, the stern man went on to chew out the boy as they walked inside the white brick two-story home of theirs.

*Ding Dong*

Trudging my feet past the automatic sliding doors I was hit with the blinding white light of the fluorescent bulbs lining the ceiling. The polished floors gleamed with a mirror-like finish, a wave of cool air from the air conditioner washing over me. How could a place be so immaculate and at the same time feel like hell?

"You're five minutes late Ethan." A nasally voice filled the air, and a groan leaked from my lips as I saw the number one reason why working here sucks.

Jerry was a skinny man, there wasn't one ounce of fat or muscle on the man's body. His emaciated frame was hunched over the check-out counter, his hands steepled in front of him like a villain. The glare of the light reflecting off of his thick circular-framed glasses hid his beady black eyes. A twitching smirk grew on the bastard's stubble-covered face, the sight of his scummy yellow teeth made me wish he never smiled. This was the assistant manager of Huck's Food and Fuel, and he was a real piece of work.

"Sorry, Jerry I was pulled over because my taillight went out while I was driving." I had hoped telling him that would prevent him from throwing the book at me, but by the way a fake apologetic smile spread across his thin cracked lips I knew he didn't give a shit.

"I'm sorry but I'm still going to have to point you." I winced, that meant I had only one absence left. If I got fired we'd have our lights cut off, and no way've getting groceries. The fear quickly turned to anger as I clenched my fists, my breathing growing quicker as I glared at the smarmy little rat.

The bald patch of his head where his receding hairline didn't cover glimmered with sweat, his already pale skin turning even whiter. I stepped across the tiled floor, the soles of my boots thumping with increasing speed. Before the little rat could even react I was in front of him, my eyes trying to bore holes in his skull as I glared at him.

"Now listen here you little sack of shit! This job is very important to me, in fact, it's the only thing keeping me and my sis off of the streets. If you take this away from me I swear even if it's the last thing I do I'll find you no matter where you hide, and I'll skin you alive you here?" The only response I got was a jittery nod, the man shrunk against the counter trying to desperately make himself smaller. Before I could chew him out any further a figure emerged from the door behind the counter.

"Come on Ethan don't bully him too much, he just wanted to make sure a girl like me wasn't left by herself on her first night." I gawked at the woman standing right behind Jerry. She had short black hair cut in a bob, an unflattering way to describe it would be to say it looks like a helmet, but with how silky and gorgeous her hair was I doubt anyone would have the guts to say it to her face. Her brown almond-shaped eyes were squinted in amusement, her plush lips quirked in a teasing smirk as she looked at my stunned face.

Her massive knockers were covered by the loose crop-top draped over her pale cleavage. Her toned midriff was exposed for the world to see, my eyes drifting over her flawless skin before settling on her legs. She had thick thighs, the plump things straining against the denim of her jeans. Down from her doughy thighs came slender calves toned from years of running cross country. Her wide hips added to her hourglass figure, there wasn't a hard angle to be found on her body. Abby Miller was the definition of female beauty and sexuality and a girl who used to tease me relentlessly when we were kids.

"Abby…I thought you'd gone back to college." I muttered, all of my anger slipping away as I looked at the spitting image of the girl who just rejected me. This was Veronica's older sister, and yesterday had you asked me how I'd describe them in relation to each other I would've said the girl standing in front of me was the devilish counterpart to her younger angelic sister. Now, I'm not so sure.

"Gap year—last semester really kicked my ass so I thought it was time to come back home." The woman shrugged her shoulders, the pale skin of her underboob was revealed as the crop top rose with the motion. She wasn't wearing a bra and those massive funbags were paying the price for it as they jiggled around at the slightest movement.

"Why work here?" The Miller family wasn't poor, hell they lived in the same neighborhood Billy's parents lived in. Her father was part owner of a limestone quarry that was the biggest employer in town. If she really wanted to Daddy dearest could give her a job working in the quarry's office instead of taking the night shift at a gas station. The chance of running into methheads would be much lower if she worked anywhere but here.

"Well duh, I wanted to see you stupid—that and me and my parents aren't really on speaking terms right now." By the end of her words, her grin had turned sheepish, her fingers picking at the old rubber bracelet on her right hand.

"Good it seems you two know each other so this will make things easier. Ethan, I want you to train the newest member of our team, make sure she learns the Huck's way of working here." Jerry had already rounded the counter as he spoke, his feet putting him a good bit of distance between us. The man was already stepping out of the door, the chime of the sliding glass door filling the air as his hunched figure entered the dimly lit parking lot.

"What's the Huck's way boss~?" Abby asked as her fingers drummed against the counter, her clear polished nails tapping at the mat advertising our always hot and fresh coffee.

"Don't work harder than you have to, and if you have power over someone make them do your work for you." My eyes trailed the nice green SUV as it drove out of the parking lot, the prick only bothered ever working when the manager showed up. That meant he only ever stayed during the afternoon shift even though he was scheduled to work nights, and because of the dirt he held over me I was forced to do his bidding. I should've never shoplifted that stupid fucking toy even if my sister still treats that raggedy old thing like the Ark of the Covenant.

"Ooh, sounds fun! I look forward to working with you little E." Her voice was as sweet as syrup and smooth as honey. She leaned over the counter, my eyes catching sight of her breasts as gravity pulled them down. It was a magical view, and instantly my shitty night took a 180.

***

"I'm tellin' ya man I saw them with my own two eyes!… There's lights in them hills." The old codger gave us one last look as he spoke, his beard twitching in place of being able to actually see his mouth. This is Jeb, and Jeb is cooky even by rural Kentuckian standards. His wrinkly old hands covered in bruises from his blood thinners swiped the case of beer off the counter like he'd stole it. The geezers bloodshot eyes looked back and forth between us like he was waiting for us to reveal we were undercover agents before he hobbled out of the store.

Munford was a wet oasis in a dry county like Shelley. Yep, the ugly mark of prohibition was still felt here. Alcohol wasn't sold anywhere in the county and only Munford after years of petitioning and a change in mayors became the first town to legalize the sale of alcohol in the county. We could only sell beer as a 'grocer', our convenience store-esque selection of snacks and junk food technically made us a grocery store on paper.

"Are they always this crazy?" Abby asked as she watched the old man hop in an old square-body pickup truck. The roar of the engine filled the air as the old beast started up, the grinding sound of the transmission shifting gears was followed by the old thing rolling backward.

"Nah, that's just Jeb, ever since his brother passed he's been like that." Those two were inseparable and because of their strong familial love for each other they were mocked relentlessly as being 'funny', that's hick speak for gay. I didn't buy ithe rumor, they bought way to many porno mags here and their tastes included far too many women with massive tits to make me think they were batting on the other side. Even more, damning is the fact that the originator of the rumor was the town whore, Melissa. The woman would talk shit about you if you didn't 'tip' her, and many a John found themselves a target of this smear campaign.

"How's school going?" Abby asked as she glanced over me as we both stood behind the counter. I fought desperately hard against the urge to tell her the truth, the thought of confiding in someone how shit my life is was tempting. The fear that she would look at me as lesser for expressing my emotions held me back, a generic answer was already on the tip of my tongue.

"Pretty good." She clicked her tongue at the vague response, the answer wasn't as exciting as she hoped for. Her nails drummed across the counter with a clicking sound, her face frowning in deep concentration as she tried to keep the conversation alive.

"…So how's Roni doing?" I winced, the girl picking up on it almost immediately. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, a frown marring her pouty lips. "Something's wrong, spit it out."

"Nothin's wrong, I asked her out and she said no." She did more than that but I really didn't want Abby's perception of her sister to shift negatively. The thought of me causing siblings to fight left a bad taste in my mouth.

"Aww, I'm sorry to hear that." Her hand reached around my shoulder and before I could say anything I was pulled into a hug. The feeling of her other hand rubbing the back of my head sent tingles down my spine as my face was pressed deep into her mouth-watering cleavage. My face was right in between her massive fun bags, and the warmth they radiated was simply magical. The temptation to motorboat her tits was strong but my desire not to ruin the moment was stronger.

"I'm okay." Reluctantly I broke free from the warm embrace, my face a mask of calm even though I wanted to blush like a schoolgirl. Damn, if this is the kind of treatment I get for being rejected maybe I should ask more girls out.

"If you need to talk about anything you can call me," She slipped a piece of receipt tape toward me. Hastily scribbled on it was her phone number, a stupid grin growing on my face despite my best efforts to contain it. Other than Clara and Elsie, Abby's the first girl to give me her number. "Now show me how to work this abomination, the amount of buttons on this is giving me a mini panic attack!"

"So this here is the void button, it's going to be your best friend for the foreseeable future and this is—" As I spoke Abby leaned in closer, her hand brushing against my own as she imitated the motion of pressing the buttons on the cash register I pointed to. A blush crept across my face, my eyes glancing over at the girl as she gave me a grin. The sound of my heart thumping in my ears was almost deafening, I really am a sucker for a pretty face.

***

(Veronica Miller POV):

A groan leaked from my lips as my phone went off, the annoying ringtone telling me exactly who it was. Why did I let her set peanut butter jelly time for my ringtone for her? Swiping the green circle I pressed my ear against the cool glass surface of my phone.

"What do you want?" My blunt words didn't seem to prevent the girl from squealing in my ear, the phone slipping out of my hand as it landed on my mattress. I reached back for it, my hand pressing the speaker button as I rolled into a more comfortable position on the bed.

[Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!] I could feel my eyes rolling at her antics, how could a woman three years older than me be so much more immature than me?

"It's no problem, you really like the guy so I thought I'd make it easier for you."

[What about you though, Roni, isn't he your childhood crush?]

"Please Abby, I've grown out of that by now." I sounded confident, and for the most part, I was confident but some tiny part of me wondered if I'd made the right decision.

[Roni, don't let Mom or Dad talk you into one thing or another. Their expectations on who can marry us disqualify nearly every man in the country, and personally I don't want to die a virgin.] Too late sis, I made Ethan look like a jackass. What was I thinking acting all smug? Did I really have to hide behind such an ugly mask to prevent my real feelings from leaking out?

"What about the guys from school?" I sounded desperate when I said it. The hope that there was green grass on the other side drove me to wish for a prince charming tucked away in the little college a county away.

[Nope, no one's got that fire Ethan's got. They aren't interested in you it's only your body they're after. That man would bleed for family, remember the time he fought Drake?] I didn't want to remember Abby, the memory was now a reminder of what I'd thrown away.

"Y-yeah." He fought the biggest dude in school, a defensive lineman for our football team, and won. All because the man made a rude comment about his sister. The Langston family is notorious around these parts, but this was when rumors about Ethan really picked up steam. He was cast as an uncivilized hillbilly with nothing but the blood of criminals running through his veins.

[Well sis, I've got to go! There's a customer here and E's on a smoke break, talk to ya later!] The line went dead and I immediately slammed my face into my pillow, a muffled scream leaking from my lips. My throat burned, and hot beads of sadness rolled down my cheeks. I had fucked up, my stupid friends convinced me to shut him down hard to prevent him from thinking there was still any chance. The problem was that it did nothing to quell my own feelings, a burning pit of guilt growing in my stomach. My body shuddered as deep racking sobs shook me to my core.

That night I cried and cried mourning the loss of what could've been.


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