It wasn’t until a bit more than a week later that she noticed him watching her. The Monday started like every other day she was working; cleaning up a bit, getting her trays of desserts baking, and serving the old couple that was always awake the earliest, and usually her first customers of the day.
But then, as the clock ticked and the sun started moving from the center of the sky to back down again, Jones made his entrance into the diner, as almost every day. He nodded at her in greeting, Emmie smiling back, and then took a seat in his regular booth; one a bit away from the public eye, but still clearly seeable from her position behind the counter.
She served him, almost digging up the courage to ask for his name—the real one, not the family name—but then failing when his eyes moved to his regular cup of coffee, away from her. Emmie told him to call her if anything more was needed, and he nodded, as usual, letting her return to her job.
The diner wasn’t bus
Ramsay watched the blonde exiting the bathroom, and frowned to himself, seeing the way her nose and cheeks were pinkish, eyes glinting red in the light. She didn’t pay any attention to him or the other customers as she made her way back to the counter. Jessy briefly touched her shoulder, and Emmie managed a small smile for her before visibly sniffling and going back to work. The boy didn’t have much time left till his shift in the bar on the Southside, and as Ani had left while the girl was in the bathroom, he tried to stop himself from falling into conclusions or deep into his thoughts. Emmie’s mother had basically told her she was fat. And not only was that untrue, but it was also mean and stupid. Especially as a mother. The problem was that Ramsay wasn’t sure if it was the first time, or it had happened before. Maybe Emmie was just sensitive and that’s why she had cried? Or maybe, it happened often. He didn’t know. But he did know his shif
“A cherry milkshake, but can I get more ice cream on it?” Emmie smiled at the little boy, writing it down while asking, “You mean whipped cream?” “Uh-huh, the one on the top.” “Okay,” she chuckled and, looking at his father, asked, “something else?” “No, that’s it for now. Thank you,” the man said. Nodding, she said, “The food might take a bit longer than usual, we’re lacking workers right now.” “Alright, that’s okay.” Emmie nodded and walked back towards the counter, eyes sliding over the booths in front of her, as always, checking if anyone needed anything. The blonde momentarily froze as she saw the boy in the booth, staring at her as always. Neither of them smiled as their eyes met, but when she went to hand Carl the new order, she could hear his boots moving against the ground, towards her. Ramsay sat on the stool behind the counter, right next to the blenders she made the milkshakes in. The girl kept facing the ot
Ramsay woke up extremely early that Sunday. He took a full-body shower, brushed his teeth, and shaved. Before that, though, he had gone for a run on the river’s edge, hoping to see the blonde girl before their date in a few hours. That mission failed; Emmie hadn’t been there. Now, sitting on the small, crappy kitchen table, he was nervously chewing on an apple—his third. They never had much food at home, but when they did, it was usually bought by him, not his dad, and gone with a day. That’s why Ramsay preferred to eat at Carl’s; he had the freedom to eat all of it and pay a small amount of money. As Ramsay heard his father’s steps down the hall, he glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned, letting his head fall onto his nape. “Morning.” BT stopped on the small doorway, narrowing his eyes a bit. “Morning…” He made his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the last three eggs and the few slices of bacon they still had left. Then, cracking
“Oof.” Emmie loosened her arms involuntarily as Ramsay laughed, helping her climb off the bike before doing the same himself. “You okay there?” he chuckled as the girl tugged the helmet off, getting her breathing back into rhythm. “You were squeezing me pretty hard—” “You fucking sped up,” she exhaled, gasping air right back into her lungs afterward. Ramsay laughed, bucking his head a bit, and took the helmet from her gently. “Sorry, I was pretty sure you were used to the bike already so I wanted to have some fun.” Pointing at him with her index finger slightly, she murmured, “I’ll never ride with you ever again.” That made the guy laugh again and Emmie huffed quietly, rolling her eyes at him. “You’re in a good mood.” “You’re cute.” A small smile appeared on her lips as she opened her backpack. When she looked back up for a second, the boy was gazing around, more peaceful than she had ever seen him. That made her smile a bit more as sh
The following day, Ramsay waltzed into the diner, very hungry, and not in the best mood. His father had come home drunk at night again but had been gone by the morning, leaving him worried and angry. Just the other day, BT had promised him, again, to stop drinking. By now Ramsay knew the words were never genuine, but still, every time the older man promised something, a small piece of hope was planted in his heart. Which of course ripped it open the following day, always ending up betrayed. Ramsay knew he needed to stop believing the words that left his father’s mouth. But it was his father. The only family he had. And so, he was ready to get his heart broken every week as long as he still had a roof over his head and someone to see once in a while. The bell on the door rang as he entered, and both Emmie and Mateo looked up. They didn’t usually have many shifts together, but as Jessy couldn’t come to work and Mateo was more than happy to make more m
The week went by fast, Ramsay visiting Carl’s every day as usual, but spending a bit less time there than he had the previous few weeks. He got to hang out with Emmie day after day, just sharing smiles and, when she and Mateo weren’t busy, playing cards. The highlights of his days, before going to work and leaving after spending a few hours with the girl, were the small conversations they would have during his friend’s short lunch breaks. Or they could be called late lunch breaks. Mateo ate at strange hours, even for Ramsay. He had his lunch at 5 pm, and while it was odd, the beanie-wearing boy was happy to spend some quality time with only Emmie when he wouldn’t have to pretend they weren’t friends. The girl was still up for their date on Sunday, and he already knew where he was going to take her. It was gonna be different than the last one, but Ramsay wondered that if he took Emmie on a date to the exact same place every time, for the exact same ac
The tiny hairy man made his way into the old garage, through the miniature door in the back. Knocking on the door thrice before undoing the four locks on it, he was faced with two muscular men who looked much like him, only about three heads taller. “Beast,” one of the two greeted, the other simply nodding, eyes flashing reverence as he bucked his head at the short man. “How’s the girl?” the tiny guy asked with his incredibly low voice. “Stopped screaming.” “Good.” Then, handing a newly bought mace to the quiet man, he clarified, “If she starts screaming again.” They moved to a private lounge where a few others were nursing some beers, playing poker with thousands of dollars, just for fun. “Sir,” one of them said, all of them immediately standing to show their loyalty to him. “Beast,” another said, eyes wide, with a smirk on his face. “Jones has a girl.” “A girl?” Beast asked, frowning deeply, not believing it. “He onl
Ramsay was sat in a booth at Carl’s, nursing a huge cup of black coffee, and having a conversation with Ani when Peter Davis entered the diner. His eyes automatically fell on him, knowing fairly well what he looked like. The boy’s head turned to see if Emmie was waiting outside in the car, but he didn’t find the yellow, retro vehicle she had described. Frowning and blocking his friend entirely out, his eyes focused back on the man, ears sharpening to hear the order. Crispy chicken wings, a grilled cheese, and a coffee with two sugars. A coffee? The frown remained on the boy’s face, not realizing his friend was trying to snap him back into reality and get his attention. Emmie never ate anything but healthy food when she was with him, and small amounts of it, so he would have been surprised by the chicken and grilled cheese, but the coffee made it impossible. She was through and through a vanilla kind of girl and had told him numerous times about her
Emmie took a shaky breath as she walked on the dark yet full streets of New Field, her head constantly turning toward every erupting firework. She was jittery and sweated way too much for the happy environment as she made her way toward the only 24/7 pharmacy open in town.Felix had fallen asleep on the couch even before the clock struck twelve, and Emmie threw a small blanket over him with a tiny smile before slipping on her shoes and grabbing her jacket.She had made her way through the whole town on foot, constantly having to face young couples kissing, and then directing her gaze onto the ground while passing them. She didn’t want to think about Ramsay. She just couldn’t.It had been the worst year of her life. While also, simultaneously, being the best. The girl hadn’t thought anything could be worse than someone selling her to a sadistic human trafficker while someone else tried to kill her boyfriend, which was why she had had to say good
The next morning, there were lingering touches everywhere. Felix kept hugging Ramsay or ruffling his morning hair, while Emmie simply didn’t step away from him. She would hold onto his hand the whole time, even while eating, and even as they had to change clothes. She was clingy, she knew that. As did Ramsay. But neither of them minded. While eating breakfast, Ramsay had given his girl his left hand to hold and was quietly chewing on the best food he’d have in quite some time, while watching Emmie entertain herself by playing with his fingers. She was obviously not hungry, and neither of the men made her eat that morning. They had the same sick feeling in their stomachs as she did. In the car, on their way to the school and to the airport, the two teenagers both sat in the back, Ramsay in the middle seat, and Emmie in the left one. The radio wasn’t playing and nobody was saying anything as Felix drove them toward their separate destinations. E
When December came around, everyone was absolutely devastated. Emmie and Ramsay would stay together at all times, attached at the hip (and lip), as would Ani and Olivia, and Samuel and Mateo. The three friends were going to go to England on respective days and hours not to cause any suspicion. They were going to finish high school online—something that the police had taken care of—and already had a few job interviews lined up as all of them were eighteen by January. After two weeks of staying glued to one another and clinging onto each other’s hands every minute of every day, the last day the couple would spend together was approaching. And fast. Mateo left with a lot of tears, Ani following him a day later. And as Emmie sat in her and Ramsay’s shared bed, she thought about the fact that her first (and possibly last) love was leaving tomorrow, after just one shared night. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. The boy emerged from the
Ramsay felt much better a few days later. And, unfortunately, his first real Thanksgiving would have to be postponed into next year or whenever he was going to have one, because this time, he was spending it in the hospital.He was attached to his hospital bed every day unless he had to go to a bathroom. He got one of the beds that would help him sit up, and the boy smirked at the buttons when they had been introduced to him a few days back. They were entertaining when he had to be alone in the room. He had never felt more like a little kid than he did while playing with them.Emmie’s face was healing, and her bruised nose was returning to its normal color. Ramsay still felt guilty about what had happened, but they hadn’t brought his leaving up again after his last panic attack.“Baby, you should go,” Ramsay said when he looked at the time and saw it was almost lunch.“No,” she replied. “They’ll be perfectly
Alice and Peter sat on one side of the large table in their dining room, facing their youngest daughter whose chin was up, staring them down and waiting for an answer. The two had been given an ultimatum. And it looked like something they couldn’t say no to. “So, let me get this straight,” Alice said. “If we want the exclusive to the story—the info that the police isn’t giving out, to what happened on the scene. You are going to write it.” “Yes,” Emmie said, creating a momentary silence. “I thought you didn’t want to study journalism,” Peter said, looking confused as to what her daughter’s motives were. “I don’t. It’s boring,” the girl said and inwardly smiled at the way her mother gritted her teeth. “Plus, I’ve been learning about it since I could read and write and listen. It’s easy for me. Photography, on the other hand, is something I’m passionate about and I’d love to get better at.” Peter looked over at his soon-to-be e
Emmie and Ramsay had to spend one more night at the hospital. Felix stayed with them during the day, but the two teenagers made him go home for the night and try to get some sleep. Obviously, all three of them knew he wouldn’t get much of it, but he would at least be comfortable in his bed (or Christopher’s that Emmie had suspicions he had been staying in), and a backache wouldn’t be added to his problems because of the uncomfortable hospital chairs.The next morning, the man came to tell them he’d be picking them up in the afternoon when the doctors agreed on letting them out. Emmie and Ramsay nodded, and once Felix left, shared a look.“He hasn’t been sleeping,” the girl whispered while cuddling further into her source of safety.“I know,” Ramsay murmured, nuzzling his nose into her blond locks. “Let’s hope he’ll be okay today with whatever he’s forced to do…”&ld
Christopher lay on the ground when the police ran into the building, the blonde girl that they had been looking for sitting by his side, sobbing the way they had never heard anyone do before. She was choking on her breaths and screaming at the same time, her hands cupping either side of the redhead’s face. The cops managed to get all the Demons to lie on the ground on their stomachs while Ramsay took off his flannel and quickly pressed it into a wrinkly ball in his hands before pressing it on Christopher’s chest. Christopher choked on his words, his brown eyes staring at both Emmie and Ramsay, wide and honest. “I…” they heard him saying. “You’re gonna be okay,” Ramsay cried, even as he noticed his shirt was already soaked in blood. He was losing too much blood. “You’re gonna be okay. Just hold on, man. We’re gonna get you to a hospital. Hold on.” “Dad,” Christopher choked. “My dad.” Ramsay exhaled deeply, staring at the boy in panic a
Emmie was woken when some footsteps stopped by her door. Her eyes slowly opened, exhausted of the crying and panic attacks she had throughout the night and day, and her mouth fell open, the lack of air making her thirst even worse.As the door opened, she didn’t care if she’d get another slap or punch in the face or stomach and stared at the figure standing in the bright light. “Water,” she said in a croaky voice.The man said nothing and took a few steps closer to her, at which Emmie flinched and pressed herself against the pole behind her back. Her breathing accelerated when two other men walked into the small claustrophobic room of hers.That was when the light was turned on.Her eyes shut involuntarily while she fought against it, and by the time she could see again normally, two of the men were sitting down on chairs that apparently were in the room, one of them not present anymore.Emmie noticed that the one on the lef
Ramsay ran from the hospital at the phone call. He went straight to his bike and rode to the Viper Nest where a Viper meeting was about to take place. Horrible thoughts were rummaging in his brain about everything that could have happened to Emmie. And they were even worse now that Mateo had called him, terrified, saying the Demons had taken another girl. Ramsay pushed open the door of the bar while jogging and ran right to the counter to his two best friends who were now, like everyone else, staring at him because of his dramatic entrance. “Is it Emmie?” he immediately asked, not caring how loud his voice was or who could hear him. “We don’t know. Your dad’s gonna start with the details in like five minutes,” Ani whispered, eyes wide. “He seems restless.” “Dad,” Ramsay immediately said with a loud voice, gaining the attention of him and Rick who were both stood on the mini stage. “Let’s start now.” The older Jones didn’t have