Revenge is The Beginning

Jess twerked around her messy bedroom with a toothbrush hanging out of one side of her mouth. Her flabby middle proudly bouncing to the beat. I got a cute face, chubby waist, thick legs in shape. Rump shakin’, both ways. Make you do a double take. She was late for work again and her boss was going to be pissed. What was the point of a degree if there were no jobs in Lost Springs to use it? Instead, she was stuck working this dead-end receptionist job down at Chuck's Car Emporium, which she was pretty sure was a money laundering front for Chuck's real business—supplying all this tiny town’s weed. How had her life come to this? When Jess left for college, she thought that was it. She was sure that she was going to get her Computer Science degree and work for an amazing Tech company somewhere in the city and never have to see Lost Springs for more than a week or so here and there to visit her Mom. But then her mom got sick, and she rushed back to take care of her. That was a year ago, and she was still there in her childhood home and her hometown working for — Chuck. She hopped into her old Jeep Wrangler and sped off towards the dealership. “Siri, call Britanny” Jess said as she put her red lipstick on in the visor mirror. “Hey b***h! What’s up?” Brittany said excitedly. Jess hadn’t been on the best of terms with Brittany while she was away at college because their lives were taking very different paths, and both were so busy. Brittany was the ‘IT’ girl in high school. Her long dark brown curly hair was always perfectly coiffed, and she had a body that most women only ever dreamed of attaining, athletic and curvy in all the right places with warm light brown skin that never saw a blemish in its life. But after what happened with Nathan in high school, she became a little unhinged, she didn’t handle it well. Slowly, over the last year back in Lost Springs, Jess and Brittany had reconnected. They didn’t have a lot in common besides shared childhood experiences, but Jess needed someone she could talk to in this small town and Brittany was the closest thing she had to a friend here. “What are you doing later tonight?” Jess asked. Jess could hear little voices in the background and pots clanging as Brittany responded, “Hang on, let me get into another room so I can actually talk,” Jess heard rustling on the phone and the kids whining out “But MOM’ as a door shut before Brittany continued, “probably dealing with these little shits and trying not to finish an entire bottle of Chardonnay when they fall asleep. Why? You have a better idea?” “As a matter of fact, I do. I have tickets to see a comedy show over in Glenrock! You want to come with?” Jess said as she pulled into the parking lot of the dealership. “God would I LOVE to com—,” Jess heard more screaming and rustling and Brittany whispering menacingly ‘Give Mommy a minute OK’ before she rejoined the conversation, “you know what, let me see what time Ryan gets off, so he can parent his kids for once. I’ve gotta go before these heathens destroy something out of spite.” “Text me and let me know. God speed.” Jess said with a chuckle before ending the call. Chucks Car Emporium was more like a tiny lot of about 20 cars at any given time and received about 4 customers a month tops. Jess walked to her gray Formica desk that was peeling at the edges and sat down hoping that Chuck hadn’t noticed her sneak in 20 minutes late for her shift. As Chuck came stomping out of his office in all of his middle-aged balding man glory, she knew she had not been so lucky. He moved in closer than he should have and sat on her desk with a plop, “You were 20 minutes late Jess. You know are the first face people see when they come here and if your face isn’t here at 8:30 am then what am I paying you for?” he barked out. Jess made it obvious as she purposely rolled her chair back to get some personal space, she wasn’t in the mood for Chuck’s s**t today, and she wanted to respond, ‘as his so-called receptionist, she would stop doing all the books since he had no accountant’, but she very unfortunately needed this job, so she refrained. Her Mom may have left her the paid-off house and a meager inheritance, but she still had bills to pay. “ I’m so sorry Mr. Willoughby, I won’t let it happen again.” Jess responded, knowing that Chuck loved being called Mr. Willoughby because it made him feel important. Chuck stood up and looked down at Jess to get a better view of her cleavage while licking his lips and she had to work hard to swallow back the bile that rose in her throat. “See, was that so hard Jess? It’s so hard to be a boss sometimes, I wish I could just take you out to dinner instead.” Chuck said, leaning forward towards her with his hand propped on the desk. When Jess didn’t respond he walked away in a huff. ‘Ugh, thank God that’s over.’ Jess thought. She heard the familiar chirp of an incoming text; Brittany kept it classy as always: Miracles never f*****g cease! Ryan is giving me a night off! Bring on the shots and laughs b***h! ‘Alright! Girls night! Just a few more hours left until the comedy show tonight and a couple of glorious days off,’ Jess thought.