Post by Jeremy Thatcher on Dec 12, 2018 23:33:08 GMT -6
Jeremy was having a rough Saturday.
It wasn’t the shift, but moreso the day in general. His dad had left pretty early that morning, but not before seriously bruising his left ribcage and telling him he’d be back in a week.
That left Jeremy, barely fifteen by a few weeks, again, to fend for himself. Seeing as his father had just gotten back two days ago from being one on a “hunting trip” for another week. Which meant Jeremy got some reprieve but also needed more hours that he couldn’t afford between school and homework.
”Jeremy, go home son. You look awful,” His boss told him after he’d bused what felt like his hundreth table that night. ”You’ve been limping all day too. How did you say you hurt it this time again?”
Jeremy, knowing better than to argue, untied his apron and carefully handed it over. “Fell out of bed,” he grunted a bit. “Mind if I grab a bite before I go?”
”Your dad got nothing waiting for you at home?” Jeremy was silent at the question. ”Hey, get the kid a ham and cheese will ya?”
The scrawny, perhaps a bit too thin, teen thanked him before carefully slinking over into a corner booth where he usually sat after work. Three more years of this, three more years and he could get the hell out of here.
Or so he hoped.
It wasn’t the shift, but moreso the day in general. His dad had left pretty early that morning, but not before seriously bruising his left ribcage and telling him he’d be back in a week.
That left Jeremy, barely fifteen by a few weeks, again, to fend for himself. Seeing as his father had just gotten back two days ago from being one on a “hunting trip” for another week. Which meant Jeremy got some reprieve but also needed more hours that he couldn’t afford between school and homework.
”Jeremy, go home son. You look awful,” His boss told him after he’d bused what felt like his hundreth table that night. ”You’ve been limping all day too. How did you say you hurt it this time again?”
Jeremy, knowing better than to argue, untied his apron and carefully handed it over. “Fell out of bed,” he grunted a bit. “Mind if I grab a bite before I go?”
”Your dad got nothing waiting for you at home?” Jeremy was silent at the question. ”Hey, get the kid a ham and cheese will ya?”
The scrawny, perhaps a bit too thin, teen thanked him before carefully slinking over into a corner booth where he usually sat after work. Three more years of this, three more years and he could get the hell out of here.
Or so he hoped.
