Rescue Me
Eviction Notice
This is not the life I had planned for myself I thought as I rummaged around my roach invested kitchen trying to find something in the way of food. They had warned me, my parents had, about following some guy cross country with out any solid investments but it was love and I just knew his career would take off and we'd be happy. Well I was right about one thing; his career did take off thanks to the help of some blonde senators daughter. Who was now his wife by the way. The microwave dinged alerting me to the fact that my last cup of soup was finished. Carefully I took it out and headed towards the sink. It was strange I know but I didn't really like the broth, all I wanted was the noodles. Using my fork as a quasi-strainer I attempted to drain off the broth. Unfortunately I tipped the cup a little to far causing the majority of the noodles to tumble after the broth.
"Damn it!" I cursed looking down at the lump of noodles in my sink
For half a second I thought about scoping them out and eating them anyways but my pride stopped me. I wasn't that hungry... yet. I walked away from the sink and tossed the cup into the trash doing everything I could to ignore the pains of hunger. I didn't have enough time to hunt down anything else; my shift started in thirty minutes and Janice didn't take kindly to people being late. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door with a sigh. It was going to be another long night
I hated everything about the diner. I hated the smell, the cheap tacky decor, the greasy food, the old made up waitress who held tight to the delusion that they were still in their prim, and the sexually inappropriate fry cooks. Yet there were some good things about this place. It wasn't that far of a walk from my roach hotel, I usual got good tips, and the best part of all for some unknown reason it was Steve Rogers favorite place for a late night bite. And speaking of the devil; he just walked in.
"How ya doing sweetie" crooned Amanda in her overly forces southern accent.
" 'manda" He nodded.
"Hey Amanda I think Janice wants you to take your break now" I said coming out from behind the counter. Steve always left really good tips which I needed plus he was always so kind which I also needed tonight.
She sent me a look that I am sure would of knocked me dead if it was possible.
"I'll catch you later sweet heart" she said to Steve with a wink then she sauntered passed me and into in the back room.
Amanda was one of those waitress that was forty years past her prim yet she still believed she was hot stuff and thought every male that walked into the place wanted I piece of her. I silently shuttered as I walked towards Steve. Some women I thought.
"Hey Cate" He said as he slide into his usual booth in the back.
"Hiya" I responded smiling sweetly as I pulled out my pen and got ready to take his order. I always enjoyed the shifts that I got to see him. He was always so positive and kind it almost made working here worth it.
"You going to go with the usual or would you like to shock me and get something different" I joked knowing good and well what the answer would be. He humored me and took a moment to look over the menu.
"lets go with the usual" He answered with a wink.
I smiled as I put away my pen and pad. There was no reason to write anything down, I had his order down to a T. I noticed that my hands had begun to shake when I took his menu. His eyes met mine but he didn't say anything about it. Maybe he didn't see. A few minutes later i was returning with his food. The smell of it made the hunger resurface. Even this greasy mess looked good that's how hungry I was. I felt my stomach start to rumble as I approached his table.
Please don't make a sound I begged my innards.
"OK here you go one American special." I said placing the burger and fries in front of him.
"please don't tell me thats what you're calling it" he groaned
I laughed " Thats what Bob calls it now"
He groaned again as he picked up the burger with two hands. Knowing that he wouldn't need anything else I turned to walk away. That when my stomach let lose the loudest growl in the history of stomach sounds. I acted like I hadn't heard anything hoping that maybe no one else actually did.
Don't be stupid I thought They heard that three counties over!
I spent the rest of my shift in the back as much as possible. Only leaving it when Amanda put someone in my section. Thankfully the night passed by quickly and without any other embarrassing sounds escaping me.
I couldn't help but sighing in relief as I reached my floor. It may be gross, small, and cheap but it was home. And I wanted nothing more than to pull off this uniform and crawl into bed. I fumbled with my keys wishing ,not for the first time, that I had huge bath tub to soak my soar body in. It wasn't until I stubbed my toe on a box outside my door that I noticed the piece of paper tapped to it.
"The hell?" I muttered as I took the paper in my hands.
Eviction notice? I looked down at the box that I had hit. It was filled with my stuff. This is bullshit! I thought They had to give me at least a month to pack and leave. This was illegal! Then it hit me. Of course they knew it was illegal they also knew that I had no money to fight it there for they could do what ever the hell they wanted. My heart sank with my body as I crumpled to the floor. Burring my head into my knees I let the tears fall freely. This was truly the lowest I have ever been.
"Cate" said a concerned voice from above me.
I jumped and exclaimed "What the hell Steve?!"
"I was worried about you so I followed to make sure you were alright" He answered sheepishly.
" You do realize how creepy that is right?" I said drying my eyes the best I could. It was clear that he knew I was crying yet that didn't mean I had to let the evidence linger there.
"In hindsight I see that maybe I should of just walked you home" he laughed squatting in front of me. "What's going on?" his voice going serious again.
I looked at my little possessions beside me and than at the paper in my hand. Fresh tears filled my eyes and I found that I couldn't speak. Steve took the paper from me and read it. He than peered inside the box beside me.
"When was the last time you ate?" He asked.
"Earlier today" I lied not wanting him to feel pity.
"Cate" he sighed. Obviously he knew I was lying. "You hands shake and although you may not notice it your pupils tend to get bigger when food is present. It's not hard to read the signs. Heaven knows I saw plenty of it during the war."
"Maybe I'm just on an intense diet?" I responding giving him a small smile in hopes that I could lighten the mood. The look he gave me told me that he wasn't laughing.
"Come on lets get you something to eat. You can tell me your story while we're at it." he said standing up and reaching out for my hand.
"But I can't leave my stuff out here." I said meekly. I didn't have much but that didn't mean that someone wouldn't take it for the hell of it.
He looked at the bar that they had put up in order to keep me from getting back in. He pulled me to my feet and than motioned for me to stand away from the door. Using his shoulder as a battering ram he broke open the door and placed my boxes just inside.
"They can bill the damages to Tony Stark." He said when I gave me a quizzical look. "Now come on."
"Damn it!" I cursed looking down at the lump of noodles in my sink
For half a second I thought about scoping them out and eating them anyways but my pride stopped me. I wasn't that hungry... yet. I walked away from the sink and tossed the cup into the trash doing everything I could to ignore the pains of hunger. I didn't have enough time to hunt down anything else; my shift started in thirty minutes and Janice didn't take kindly to people being late. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door with a sigh. It was going to be another long night
I hated everything about the diner. I hated the smell, the cheap tacky decor, the greasy food, the old made up waitress who held tight to the delusion that they were still in their prim, and the sexually inappropriate fry cooks. Yet there were some good things about this place. It wasn't that far of a walk from my roach hotel, I usual got good tips, and the best part of all for some unknown reason it was Steve Rogers favorite place for a late night bite. And speaking of the devil; he just walked in.
"How ya doing sweetie" crooned Amanda in her overly forces southern accent.
" 'manda" He nodded.
"Hey Amanda I think Janice wants you to take your break now" I said coming out from behind the counter. Steve always left really good tips which I needed plus he was always so kind which I also needed tonight.
She sent me a look that I am sure would of knocked me dead if it was possible.
"I'll catch you later sweet heart" she said to Steve with a wink then she sauntered passed me and into in the back room.
Amanda was one of those waitress that was forty years past her prim yet she still believed she was hot stuff and thought every male that walked into the place wanted I piece of her. I silently shuttered as I walked towards Steve. Some women I thought.
"Hey Cate" He said as he slide into his usual booth in the back.
"Hiya" I responded smiling sweetly as I pulled out my pen and got ready to take his order. I always enjoyed the shifts that I got to see him. He was always so positive and kind it almost made working here worth it.
"You going to go with the usual or would you like to shock me and get something different" I joked knowing good and well what the answer would be. He humored me and took a moment to look over the menu.
"lets go with the usual" He answered with a wink.
I smiled as I put away my pen and pad. There was no reason to write anything down, I had his order down to a T. I noticed that my hands had begun to shake when I took his menu. His eyes met mine but he didn't say anything about it. Maybe he didn't see. A few minutes later i was returning with his food. The smell of it made the hunger resurface. Even this greasy mess looked good that's how hungry I was. I felt my stomach start to rumble as I approached his table.
Please don't make a sound I begged my innards.
"OK here you go one American special." I said placing the burger and fries in front of him.
"please don't tell me thats what you're calling it" he groaned
I laughed " Thats what Bob calls it now"
He groaned again as he picked up the burger with two hands. Knowing that he wouldn't need anything else I turned to walk away. That when my stomach let lose the loudest growl in the history of stomach sounds. I acted like I hadn't heard anything hoping that maybe no one else actually did.
Don't be stupid I thought They heard that three counties over!
I spent the rest of my shift in the back as much as possible. Only leaving it when Amanda put someone in my section. Thankfully the night passed by quickly and without any other embarrassing sounds escaping me.
I couldn't help but sighing in relief as I reached my floor. It may be gross, small, and cheap but it was home. And I wanted nothing more than to pull off this uniform and crawl into bed. I fumbled with my keys wishing ,not for the first time, that I had huge bath tub to soak my soar body in. It wasn't until I stubbed my toe on a box outside my door that I noticed the piece of paper tapped to it.
"The hell?" I muttered as I took the paper in my hands.
Eviction notice? I looked down at the box that I had hit. It was filled with my stuff. This is bullshit! I thought They had to give me at least a month to pack and leave. This was illegal! Then it hit me. Of course they knew it was illegal they also knew that I had no money to fight it there for they could do what ever the hell they wanted. My heart sank with my body as I crumpled to the floor. Burring my head into my knees I let the tears fall freely. This was truly the lowest I have ever been.
"Cate" said a concerned voice from above me.
I jumped and exclaimed "What the hell Steve?!"
"I was worried about you so I followed to make sure you were alright" He answered sheepishly.
" You do realize how creepy that is right?" I said drying my eyes the best I could. It was clear that he knew I was crying yet that didn't mean I had to let the evidence linger there.
"In hindsight I see that maybe I should of just walked you home" he laughed squatting in front of me. "What's going on?" his voice going serious again.
I looked at my little possessions beside me and than at the paper in my hand. Fresh tears filled my eyes and I found that I couldn't speak. Steve took the paper from me and read it. He than peered inside the box beside me.
"When was the last time you ate?" He asked.
"Earlier today" I lied not wanting him to feel pity.
"Cate" he sighed. Obviously he knew I was lying. "You hands shake and although you may not notice it your pupils tend to get bigger when food is present. It's not hard to read the signs. Heaven knows I saw plenty of it during the war."
"Maybe I'm just on an intense diet?" I responding giving him a small smile in hopes that I could lighten the mood. The look he gave me told me that he wasn't laughing.
"Come on lets get you something to eat. You can tell me your story while we're at it." he said standing up and reaching out for my hand.
"But I can't leave my stuff out here." I said meekly. I didn't have much but that didn't mean that someone wouldn't take it for the hell of it.
He looked at the bar that they had put up in order to keep me from getting back in. He pulled me to my feet and than motioned for me to stand away from the door. Using his shoulder as a battering ram he broke open the door and placed my boxes just inside.
"They can bill the damages to Tony Stark." He said when I gave me a quizzical look. "Now come on."
Notes
Ok so the chapter is now finished (yay!) and im still not really sure where this is going or if it'll even go any where or what. Like ive said before somewhere im sure. I really just wanted to write and this is the best idea that i could come up with ( i know its depressing)
I know the title sucks, im hoping that ill come up with something better or maybe someone will suggest something better *cough cough*
So I hope that it was enjoyable. Its not going to be a master piece this I know. It's just gonna be a light story who's purpose is to give me something to do other than school work and work work. So please comment. Even if it is to tell me to never write again, i want to hear back from people. I crave it I need feedback.
I hope to update soon. K bye
