The only exception

chapter 4

Most of the books are bibliographies so I go to that section and start clearing the cart. I'm on my last few but I can't reach the top fucking hell. I stand on my tip toes stretching my arm as far as it can go but no luck. Mother fu-

"Let me do that" a familiar voice fills my ears. My feet quickly come back to the ground "No I got it no need" I usher him to leave. He sighs frustrated "Well unless you grow 3 inches I don't think your gonna get it".

Smart ass.

I scowl "I'll get a ladder or a stool I don't need your help" I set my books down and walk to find some sort of stool or ladder. I make my way to the front desk but Mrs Baker isn't there. Great ok I look in the office behind the front desk nothing. I look in the back office nothing. I check the storage room nothing. Why the fuck isn't there a ladder here it's a library. I check the other side of the library since it's a fucking maze in here.

No

Fucking

Ladder

I make my way upstairs I know there's a supplies closet somewhere on this level I just don't know where. I walk until I see a door that says storage it's locked of course. I sigh. I'm on the verge of punching the door. I aggressively walk down the stairs all the way to the office. I go to the key cabinet search for the upper level and grab the maintenance ones.People give me side eye glances as I walk past them.

I make my way up again click the key in the hole and open the door. I rummage through the shit. Mops sweeps extra chairs then behind a box is paper is a stool. Finally one rickety old stool this will do. I set it on my side as I lock the door up. I hang the keys up and make my way back. At first I think I've come to the wrong area cause my cart is gone.

What the hell ?

I see William across the way shelving his carts. I walk over "Where's my cart ?" He looks down at me noticing the stool his eyes seem more playfully than usual like I have humored him.

"Oh those things? I put them away about 15 minutes ago while you were running around like a crazy person". He's laughing at me inside I can tell. "Why the fuck- I didn't ask you to do that. You couldn't have let me know it took me 20 minutes to find this stupid piece of shit" I hold the stool up. "It was entertaining seeing you run around" he smiles actually smiles revealing deep dimples. Oh my god he has dimples. I think my eyes widen a bit because he relaxes immediately his dimple disappearing. My blood is boiling. I push the stool on his chest "Well then you can put this back I'm off". I turn around and don't look back.

"Hey put your own shit away" he yells at me as I walk off "Sorry what was that". I put my hand to my ears acting like I don't hear him. This isn't going to end well me and him working together.

.....

When I get home I see Phil's car in the drive way. I've been good at dodging him since I've gotten back. I stare at his car thinking about how it would feel to smash his windows in.

When I walk inside there sitting in the living room I can tell they have been drinking.

" Hey baby how was your day" my mom says taking a sip of her drink. She is slurring her words and I wonder if she realizes it. Her eyes are glossy and not quite there. Phil nods his head at me I don't nod back. I tell my mom I already ate and I'm going to wash up. I didn't eat and I'm too lazy to take a shower. I'm so tired I think I could fall asleep standing. I open my door throw my bag on the ground take my shoes off and curl up in a ball under the covers.

There so fluffy and warm I knock out right away.

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Something is crashing glass is shattering I hear distant yelling. I'm confused my head is fuzzy. I open my eyes blink a few times it's still dark I check the time it's 12am I've been asleep since 6 I'm still tired.