Dancing In The Rain Trilogy

Dancing In The Rain: 7

                                                                        Phoebe

When I woke up the next morning, I glanced at the alarm clock that was beside my bed. It was already five am. Daddy and mummy would be up real soon. Just then, I remebered the note thay they had left me. Who knows when they're going to be home?

I snuck out my bed and made my bed, quickly jumping into the shower immediatly after. I rinsed and lathered twice to make sure that my hair was smooth.

When I got out, I let my hair air dry. Today was supposed to be real cold. I slid on a pair of light blue bootcut jeans and a flower print tee, then sliding a butterfly patterned sweater over the tee. When I was finished dressing, I walked into the bathroom, only to notice my hair was completely dried. I ran a brush through my hair, pulled back my straight brown hair into my perfect ponytail.

When I finished that, I walked to mummys closet hoping she wouldn't mind that I was using one of her purses. I picked out a plain gray purse and put not even a fraction of my money into my purse incase I need it. I rolled my bike out of the side of my room, and exited the stuffy apartment.

I rode my bike down to the diner and was immediatly greeted by Missy. Every time I arrive, she always seems to be there. We hugged and I headed to the restroom to change into my outfit, stuffed my pens into the pocket, grabbed an order pad, and stood by the counter awaiting for the opening for the day.

The tiny television near the waiting area was on, but it appeared to be on very low volume. They flashed a pink alert screen signaling that people were missing. As soon as they were going to show the names of the missing people, the doors opened and it was working time. I seated a few groups and brought a tray of drinks to each and every group. I took their orders and placed them. When I was going to go seat another customer, an elderly man appeared into the diner. He appeared to be blind, as he had on dark sunglasses and a feeling cane.

I rushed over to him to seat him in my last table. "Hello, sir. I am Phoebe. Would you like some help gettig seated? I have an open booth for you." He looked over near my direction but couldn't get exactly where I was. "Yes. Thank you--- ah Ms Phoebe?" He was hesitant trying to remeber my name that I told him. As soon as I began to lead him to the table, Missy pulled me aside. "Girl, you're lucky. That's John's father. Normally, Stephanie, who just quit got him for a customer. Looks like you're takin' that position. Good luck." And with that I led him to the open table.

When I sat him down, I took his order, because he almost know everything here. I got him his cup of water with a lemon wedge. He ordered a chicken alfredo with his favorite french fries in the world. I told the main chef that the order was for John's father and within seconds, the order was ready. Mark motioned for me to come. I obeyed. "Phoebe, make sure Mike doesn't have to pay. We make sure that it comes out of our pay check, but we love him, ya know?" I hesitated. That's so sweet. "Okay, I'll make sure of it."

Instead of ringing up the order with Mike's credit card, I surveyed the amount and grabbed the amount needed from my purse to pay for his lunch. I brought the tray of food over and he began to dig. What wondered me though was how he knew what everything was. It was probably his keen hand. Mike finished, and told me, "Don't I have to pay for this meal?" Nope. He did not. "No, I made sure it was on the house for you!" He smiled. "Phoebe, do you know if Miss Stephanie still works here? She was the first waitress when I first came here."

"No sir, she quit. That is why I work here now." I felt real bad. He seemed real fond of this Stephanie. When I replied, his grin dimmed. "Dang it. Well, atleast I got you. Miss Phoebe, do you mind helpin this old guy to his driver?" Impressive. He had his own driver to take him places. "No problem. I would love to help you!" I grabbed his hand, and led him out the door. We got to the car and a man, who was in his early twenties sat in the front sleep playing Cranky Chickens on his iPhone.

Mike interupted his game. The boy immediatly jumped up and pushed open the door. He opened the door of the back and I led Mike into the backseat. He thanked me and they left. A splash of dust whisked me in the face after they had left. I wiped the dust off my hair and went back into the diner and continued to work.

When my fifth couple had left the diner, John pulled me aside and led me into the back of the kitchen where his office was. John seated me on the chair in front of his desk and I was waiting for what he had to say to me.

                                                                             Caitlyn

I was place by all of the nine other girls. The duct tape was still on my mouth, though the other girls had their tape removed.

I stared ahead where I saw more guys that I didn't know walk into the room. An african american man fist bumped Brian. The same man walked over to me and ripped the duct tape off my mouth. I screamed a little and the man slapped me.

I really wanted to rub my jaw where he hit me but couldn't because my hands were still tied in place behind me. I ly my head back against the hard cement wall and almost dozed off. I didn't though because I knew something could easily happen while my eyes are closed.

Two tan skinned men walked into the room with fast food. He passed them out to everyone except me. The other girls willingly ate even if I didn't get any food.

"Hello, umm, why didn't I get any food?" I asked one of the men.

"Brian's bringing you something. Now shut up." He exited the small room and I awaited for Brian to show up with my food.

While I was waiting, I remebered that Christine was with me when I was kidnapped. With my head up high, I hoped with all my might that she would contact the police to find me.