Potato Skins

11:15. She steps out the front door. The air is crisp and nipping at her cheeks. She lights up another cigarette, taking in a huge puff. She slumps over to the steps and takes a seat. Her knuckles sore and red from beating the wall of anger. Another puff. Exhale. The starry sky was staring down at her. Dark heavy clouds in the distance. Another puff. Holding this one in longer. Feel the burn. Exhale. What a disappointment. All this time, she should have known. What a jerk. Worse than a jerk. A complete asshole. This whole year wasted. Another inhale. Thoughts race. Of course he doesn't come home tonight. Another double at work. I didn't know Electricians was a 24/7 job. How could she be so blind this whole time? So naive. So stupid. Another burn. She drops the cigarette and squishes it with her classic black converse. She slams the front door as she heads to bed.

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP! Thunk! Ugh, early mornings. She rolls out of bed into the bathroom. He's still not home. So predictable. Pee, shower, office suit, make-up, hair, out the door. Eight hours a day. Five times a week for six years. Three words: Dead end job. It's not what she dreamed of becoming. Not her major, but that wasn't her choice. Two words: Family business. Someone has to carry it out. Brothers and sisters moved far away to make sure they would get their own life. Not her. She didn't get that kind of luxury. She was the youngest out of five. Boy, girl, boy, girl, girl. She messed up the birthing order. That's why she gets to carry out business. Upon many other reasons, but she likes to blame it on that curse.

RINNGGGG! RINNGGGG! RIIINNNNGGGGGGGG! The office was extremely busy as normal.
"Hello, you reached the __________ company. This is Vanity, How may I help you?"
"blahblahblahblahblahblah"

Just seven more hours of this. Then she can go to her empty apartment, where no one will show up at her door with roses apologizing for all his mistakes. Nope, never will happen. She'll sit on the couch for a couple hours, interrupted by cigarette breaks. Maybe she'll cry loud enough for him to hear it or punch the wall hard enough. Sigh. What's the point. He likes like other girl. Taller, skinner. More interesting. It's never happily ever after.