Chapter 1. MollyJay Bijou

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!  

The sound of an alarm clock rings off the walls of a small run down studio apartment. Tucked at the back of the 3rd floor of a building that should have been condemned and torn down by now, except for the fact that the greasy landlord still made money off of those who couldn't afford anything else in this gutter swamp of a town.  

A sleepy Mj rolls out of bed and sets her feet on the floor “COLD” she gasps as she pulls her feet back under the covers. “OOOh so warm” is the last thing that trickles across her mind as she lays back down and drifts off to sleep once again.  

The sound of sirens and yelling through thin walls jerked her back awake. She sat up with a start and looked at her alarm clock “SHIT” was all that came out as she saw that it was now 7:30 and she was already over half an hour late for work on a normal day but today she was supposed to be up extra early.

 "Great", she thought as she rushed to pull on her shirt and pants and stuff the wild dirty blonde hair on her head into a messy bun and rush out the door. 

MollyJay  was a woman lost in the world around her, at almost 30 years of age she lived on her own, no family to speak of and very few friends, if she could even call them that as they were all the people she worked with. She was an ordinary enough girl, about 5ft 3 with dull blue green eyes, pretty generic neutral skin and dirty blonde hair. She was the poster child of forgotten. And for the most part that was ok by her.

 Mj watched the people on the street as she made her way toward the center of town. All the hustle and bustle of people and their messy lives.

 "It was hard enough to live day to day with the crap around them let alone involve someone in that mess." She thought, watching as people scolded their kids for being late for school. Or as a couple had a very public argument about someone cheating on someone else while clothes and dishes thrown from a nearby apartment window to the unlucky adulteress below. 

"Thankfully" she thought "I dont have to deal with any of that stupid shit, just my own stupid self and the inabilty to wake up on time. 

When the fuck am i gonna grow up?" she huffed to herself with the realization she was now in her late twenties, working in a slaughter house in the same town she had been in for over 20 years! 

She had little education outside of high school and had no other real world experience. "So really doing anything else with her life didn't seem possible anyway".The depressing thought lingered as she made her way to work.

M.J worked 3 jobs at the moment. A part time job at the slaughterhouse, a part time job as a butchers assistant and a night job as a bartender. It kept her pretty busy so a more social life wasn't something she missed. But on mornings like this one sometimes she wondered what it would be like to have someone to talk to.  

The town of Lowder wasn't very big so Mj never bothered with a car. She would have had to maintain it and pay for insurance,and buying new shoes every couple months seemed more cost effective and much less headache to deal with. 

She reached the butcher shop and took a deep breath before pulling the door open “that better be one MollyJay Bijou” a yell came from the back room. An older man in his late 60s snakes his head around the door jam and threw one hand up in the air. “What the fuck? You were supposed to be here at 4 to approve the new shipment of cutlets but instead I have a sorry we missed you note hung on my door this morning, care to explain?” 

Mj hung her head, of all the mornings to oversleep it had to be the morning Lou was getting a new shipment “I'm really sorry Lou” Mj mumbles as she stuffed her hands in her pockets “I hit the snooze on the alarm clock and fell asleep”. 

Mj felt really guilty, Lou was a really easy going boss, and a better person. Lou didn't have much family aside from his sister Beth, as far as MJ knew or if he didn't like to talk about them or spend any time with them at all. 

Mj had worked for Lou for almost  3 years and he was always at the shop. Even on holidays, it was one thing Lou liked about Mj, that she would work any day of the week no matter what time of year but every holiday season Lou would give Mj a primo cut of whatever new meat he was hooked on that month and always made the excuse that a customer special ordered it and never picked it up.

“ Punk kids and their damn prank calls!” Lou would grumble and hand her a neatly wrapped package that lasted Mj until the next holiday. Mj caught on to what he was doing about a year ago and confronted him about it. She didn't think it was a big deal to ask him why he gave her things but Lou, the normally gentle giant of a man he was, absolutely lost his mind. 

He yelled and screamed and broke the front door to the shop. He screamed and wagged his finger in her face “I never gave anybody anything in they whole damn life MollyJay, what the hell makes you think I would start now”. 

It's true that Lou was a large man both in stature and girth, but he was such a solitary man one almost forgot how terrifying he could be, even for his age. Although Mj was never truly afraid of Lou, be it that his outbursts were far and few between or that they were usually caused by peculiar or silly things and the only objects that ever suffered any physical wrath were the shop itself.

“Look Lou, if you want I can take the truck down to the slaughterhouse and pick it up right now”, Mj said while looking at the ground “you can even take the gas money out of my pay” she offered as a way to help sooth the irritated man that was now engulfing the doorway he had peeked out from. “Fuckin aye right you will missy!” Lou said as he crossed his arms and pointed his chin at her “and after that you will wash the shop front windows and the sign”. 

Mj rolled her eyes and nodded, Lou reached into his pocket and tossed her a set of keys. Mj fumbled to get her hands out of her pockets and the keys hit the floor.  “Could you be any more clumsy?” Lou said, through a belly laugh that made Mj giggle a little, she shrugged “don't have to be quick to cut up what's already dead, and don't call me MollyJay Old man”. She threw a little gut behind the last two words. 

Mj hated her name, and not just her first name but her last name too. “What the hell kind of person names their kid MollyJay Bijou anyway?” She would have changed it but MJ was found after a flood when she was about 4 and she was afraid that if she did and her family ever came looking for her they wouldn't know who to look for. But she was almost 30 now and still had found knowone, “after all how many people could have that name anyway?” She wasn't even sure it was her real name, it's just the only name she could remember. Mj had a vague vision of her mother, sitting with her under a tree stroking her face and singing to her “MollyJay Bijou, little bird i love you” but nothing else after that.

“Alright Moll just get ur ass movin we got lots of work ta do” Lou said in fatherly tone that made Mj smile, she wasn't really fond of being called Moll either, but Lou was the only one who did and it was better than the alternative so she let it slide “you got it boss” she chirped as she bent over and scooped up the keys.