Trailer Park Princess by Delia Steele, J. J. Williams Page B
Authors: Delia Steele, J. J. Williams
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the counter. I can only guess it’s to make me uncomfortable. That’s Ashley’s usual M-O. It grates on me worse today because I had such a bad night. I cannot work through last night for the life of me.
“What is that smell? Oh, ewww,” Ashley chirps and the girl beside her swats at her. They all double over in a dramatic attempt at getting the attention of every customer in the diner. I set the drinks down on the Formica top.
“Can I get y’all anything else?”
As she smiles up at me, it’s like I can see the storm brewing in her eyes. I know something harsh and mean is coming, and it’s meant to rip me apart, just like a tornado in a trailer park.
“Tell me, Rory, was he any good? Did he make you scream his name and claw his shoulders apart?”
Gulping down the bile rising in my throat and blinking back the tears that threaten to fall, I struggle to respond.
“What are you talking about, Ashley?” Did he seriously tell her? Why would he tell her?
“Rory, I just want to know, did he make your legs spread and a golden glow shoot out? Did the angels sing for you?”
I could just let her ramble and walk off, but I have to know. This is not one of those things you just let go.
“Did he tell you?”
After another round of laughter, Ashley dips her head like she has a huge secret, crooking her finger in a come here motion. Leaning down, I swear my legs are about collapse under me.
“No, Rory, he didn’t tell me, but you have that weird swagger to your step and, well, to be honest,” she gets louder so everyone around her can hear, “you stink. You smell like day old padussy.” I jerk back, eyes wide in shock, but she just keeps going. “You know, like day old pussy and d…” I stomp my foot and point at her.
“Shut up, Ashley! Just shut up talking to me! I know what you meant.”
I turn to run to the storage room so I can hide and cry without an audience, but I do not escape before hearing, “Not our fault you’re turning into your mother.”
I hit the door at full speed and almost knock over Mrs. Riaz. “Sorry,” is all I can say. My heart hurts, and my body aches from the earthquake-magnitude convulsions I am having. I cannot believe she said that in front of all those people. Did she really know, or did he tell her? I hear the door shut, and I am alone. I know Mrs. Riaz loves me, but she does not do well with drama, not even Mando’s.
I hear the bell again, and I know I need to get back to work. The storage door squeaks as it’s opened, and I look up through a curtain of hair. I have to blink a few times before I can even tell who it is.
“Mama called. You want to talk about it?”
It’s the first time I’ve ever heard a normal sentence come from Mando’s mouth. “I really don’t, but I need to because if I don’t, I will die right here on this spot.” Pushing my hair back and wiping my face with a napkin she hands me, I tell her the whole story from last night. Then, I recall the events of Ashley and the plastic pack. “Do you think he told her, Mando? He wouldn’t do that, right?”
“Dude, the fact you even feel you have to ask that tells me something is eff’ed up. I mean, first off: he RAPED you, and then his bitch click comes in and attacks you while your guard is down. She knew you couldn’t jack her ass in this place. She does not pull that shiz outside of this tin can.” She is super pissed, and her English and Spanish slurs a bit like it does when she has a buzz.
“He did not rape me, Amandolette. He was confused. I love him; I could never say he done that to me. I was there willingly.” I push myself up off the floor and straighten my uniform out.
“Whatever, you can sugarcoat this all you want to, AURORA, (eh…my whole name…now she sounds like me last night) but he had sex with you while you just laid there scared, and you said no. It’s that simple. I am telling Rome; he will bust Toby’s damn face in like he deserves.”
I do not even
“What is that smell? Oh, ewww,” Ashley chirps and the girl beside her swats at her. They all double over in a dramatic attempt at getting the attention of every customer in the diner. I set the drinks down on the Formica top.
“Can I get y’all anything else?”
As she smiles up at me, it’s like I can see the storm brewing in her eyes. I know something harsh and mean is coming, and it’s meant to rip me apart, just like a tornado in a trailer park.
“Tell me, Rory, was he any good? Did he make you scream his name and claw his shoulders apart?”
Gulping down the bile rising in my throat and blinking back the tears that threaten to fall, I struggle to respond.
“What are you talking about, Ashley?” Did he seriously tell her? Why would he tell her?
“Rory, I just want to know, did he make your legs spread and a golden glow shoot out? Did the angels sing for you?”
I could just let her ramble and walk off, but I have to know. This is not one of those things you just let go.
“Did he tell you?”
After another round of laughter, Ashley dips her head like she has a huge secret, crooking her finger in a come here motion. Leaning down, I swear my legs are about collapse under me.
“No, Rory, he didn’t tell me, but you have that weird swagger to your step and, well, to be honest,” she gets louder so everyone around her can hear, “you stink. You smell like day old padussy.” I jerk back, eyes wide in shock, but she just keeps going. “You know, like day old pussy and d…” I stomp my foot and point at her.
“Shut up, Ashley! Just shut up talking to me! I know what you meant.”
I turn to run to the storage room so I can hide and cry without an audience, but I do not escape before hearing, “Not our fault you’re turning into your mother.”
I hit the door at full speed and almost knock over Mrs. Riaz. “Sorry,” is all I can say. My heart hurts, and my body aches from the earthquake-magnitude convulsions I am having. I cannot believe she said that in front of all those people. Did she really know, or did he tell her? I hear the door shut, and I am alone. I know Mrs. Riaz loves me, but she does not do well with drama, not even Mando’s.
I hear the bell again, and I know I need to get back to work. The storage door squeaks as it’s opened, and I look up through a curtain of hair. I have to blink a few times before I can even tell who it is.
“Mama called. You want to talk about it?”
It’s the first time I’ve ever heard a normal sentence come from Mando’s mouth. “I really don’t, but I need to because if I don’t, I will die right here on this spot.” Pushing my hair back and wiping my face with a napkin she hands me, I tell her the whole story from last night. Then, I recall the events of Ashley and the plastic pack. “Do you think he told her, Mando? He wouldn’t do that, right?”
“Dude, the fact you even feel you have to ask that tells me something is eff’ed up. I mean, first off: he RAPED you, and then his bitch click comes in and attacks you while your guard is down. She knew you couldn’t jack her ass in this place. She does not pull that shiz outside of this tin can.” She is super pissed, and her English and Spanish slurs a bit like it does when she has a buzz.
“He did not rape me, Amandolette. He was confused. I love him; I could never say he done that to me. I was there willingly.” I push myself up off the floor and straighten my uniform out.
“Whatever, you can sugarcoat this all you want to, AURORA, (eh…my whole name…now she sounds like me last night) but he had sex with you while you just laid there scared, and you said no. It’s that simple. I am telling Rome; he will bust Toby’s damn face in like he deserves.”
I do not even
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