jesscoat

[jesscoat]

One thing I will never understand is why parents turn everything into a life lesson. So when I tell you that the ONLY reason I have a job at an ice cream shop is because of my parents, It’s the truth.

If I'm being completely honest, it's not that I hate working at an ice cream shop, I hate the other people who work at the ice cream shop with me.

My boss, he's a 60-year-old man who looks like he would be a pedo.

The only other people who I work with are two other girls the same age as me, they're friends and they don't like me very much, but it doesn't matter cause neither of them are here anyway.

Looking towards the wall, I watch the clock strike 10:56. We close at 10:30 and I've been cleaning up and wiping the counters down. I'm not even close to being done. It usually doesn't take too long to clean up when there is more than one person, but since I'm the only one working tonight, it's taking longer.

By the time I finish cleaning it's 11:14. I walk to the back where we have hooks to hang our stuff on, I hear the doorbell ring, signaling someone has entered the shop. I grab my coat and purse off the hook and walk to the front. “Sorry, we're closed...” I trail off when I see there is no one in the store.

Shrugging it off, I grab the keys to the shop and walk out locking the door behind me. While walking to my car, I'm looking in my purse for my phone but I can't find it. Realizing that I remember setting it down on the counter, I walk back to the door and unlock it.

I look for my phone in the last place I remember setting it, the counter by the lightbox, but I can't find it. I look in every place I can think of, the backroom, storage closet, the toaster, literally ANYWHERE, but it's nowhere to be found.

After a while of looking for my phone, I got an idea, I'll use the store phone to call mine! I put my number into my phone and hear it ringing, I walk towards the sound and am led to my boss's office. There is one problem with this. My boss hasn't been to work today, and he keeps his office locked. Always.

Feeling tears brim my eyes I run back to the store phone and dial the first number I can think of. 911. Though I stop myself before I can press call. Realizing they probably won't believe me when I tell then i think I’m being haunted, I call my brother instead. My parents are out of town and my older brother is watching me for the weekend. He's only 2 years older than me but my parents trust him I guess.

Straight to voicemail. Before giving up all hope, I call the only other guy I know, my brother's friend. Just when I think the call will go to voicemail, I hear a voice.

“Hello?” his voice sounds groggy.

“Hey, I need your help!” I half yell, feeling the tears slip down my cheeks.

“What's up?” I can tell I woke him up by the way he sounds so tired.

“You know where I work?” he hums. “I need you to come help me” I finish.

“Uh, are you okay?” He asks, sounding worried.

“No, No I'm not. I'm really scared.” I cry. “Please, come here.”

“Okay, okay, I'm on my way,” he says, and I can hear him shuffling around. “I'll stay on the phone, yeah?” he asks.

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10 minutes later he was with me and I had explained everything to him. He helped me find a key to the office to get my phone, sure enough, it was there, on the table.

Currently, he was driving me home in his car.

“I'll bring you back tomorrow to get your car, yeah?” he asks.

“That would be great, thank you, really.” I smile lightly. A second later he looks over at me and laughs, looking back to the road. “What?” I laugh.

“Nothing, nothing,” he says “you're never taking another night shift again are you?” he chuckles.

“Never again” I confirm.

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