BAD BLOOD - Valarie

[delilah emerson o'hagan]

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THESE ARE THE DAYS THAT BIND YOU,
TOGETHER, FOREVER
AND THESE LITTLE THINGS DEFINE YOU

It was a wonder to most that Delilah O'Hagan could keep a job down going off her general 'I don't give a fuck' attitude to life and had the girl had any other options, she would have dumped this job like it was last weeks pointless fling, but the fact of the matter was she needed the job, she needed to be independent and she needed to have any excuse to distance herself more from her holy bitch of a mother, the one she had never been good enough for, the one she had wasted most of her life trying to impress and make proud. Looking back on the times when she had worked herself to the bone for her mothers approval, Delilah couldn't help but laugh at herself, because it was either that or cry at the fact that none of it had ever worked. At least then she'd had her dad around to make her feel like she was at least worth something, even if it wasn't much it was better than constantly being put down by 'the witch'. That was what she referred to her mother as now, to her face and whenever she mentioned her, which wasn't often. The look on her botoxed face never failed to amuse the 17 year old each time she addressed with woman who had given birth to her with the name, it was only subtle, since most of the hags face didn't move but the glare in her eyes was more than enough to force a smile onto Dee's lips. It had become he main aim in life, to shame and disgust her mother, if she could never do right by the woman anyway, then why not try to get her attention by drawing bad attention to their family, or what was left of it. The O'Hagan name had already been well and truly tarnished when it came out that The Witch had been cheating on her husband for years, then the scandal of Delilah and the crash hit the neighborhood, Dee had never seen her mother look any more disappointed than that night she woke up in the hospital and it was that look that had truly sent the girl over the edge, that moment she had needed someone to tell her it wasn't her fault and to tell her everything was going to be okay and she had woken up to her mother 'how could you do this to me' eyes.

Delilah couldn't wait to turn 18 and move out on her own but at the same time she would miss the joy of peoples faces on her block when she was brought back, once again the back of a police car, lights flashing and everything. But leaving was all she had wanted to do since she was a little girl, she knew her mother wasn't the devil, she knew she'd had it easy in comparison to others but that didn't mean it didn't suck and that didn't make it hurt any less. The dream of moving out was what kept her in her job as a waitress, she saved as much of her money as she could, leaving enough to pay for a little fun here and there, and the rest she just took without paying (stealing booze was easier than buying it at her age with her baby face). That evening had supposed to be her night off but thanks to one of the other girls catching some bug, she was called in and couldn't afford to turn down the extra cash, so there she was, wiping down tables and taking pretentious wannabee's orders. "Is that everything for you?" she smiled in a overly chipper way before turning and dropping it still scribbling on her notepad, grumbling under her breath "Call me sweetheart again and I'll break your fingers" as she walked away to put the order through. It was a quiet night and it was drawing to an end, Dee had been clock watching all night, eager to get out and go to some party she'd been invited to on the other side of town. "I cannot wait to get out of here" she stated to no one in particular in her thick Irish twang.

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[valerie rae jones]

Give me pain if that's what's real
ITS THE PRICE WE PAY TO FEEL.

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Today was not Valerie's day. It all started this morning, when she woke up to a strange man who had decided to stay the night next to her instead of leaving after his business with Valerie was finished. She had not been happy, and demanded that he pay extra for the night spent in her bed, but it took a lot of fighting to get him to fork up the money and then even more fighting to get him to actually leave. All of the fighting had made Valerie rush to get ready for school, which she was still late for anyway. At school she seemed to be more judged than usual, because she helped a poor lower class boy who had been tripped in the hallway, and had actually stood up to the snobs who wouldn't give him some air. After that she failed a few tests and had to serve a detention, and she had gotten out of detention in barely enough time to change for work.

Most days, Valerie loved working at this tiny diner. She was away from her parents and she was making money her way, the way that she had chosen for herself. She had to wear the same clothes as everyone else and she had to do the same things that everyone who worked here had to do, no matter what their class was. Everyone was treated the same, and no one was talked down to. Well, unless someone had the misfortune to be serving snobby elite customers that day. Of course, the best part about working at a resturaunt was the chances every day for silent revenge. A little spit in someone's burger that they would never notice, a french fry that was dropped on the ground, and sometimes even a slight "mix up" in the order, where someone was given a little bit more spice than they asked for. Valerie loved the silent revenge that she could give on everyone who had ever talked down to her, and she also loved secretly rewarding the people who deserved it. The lowers who had a rare meal out, the people who seemed to be having a bad day. Valerie may be no good at befriending them, and sometimes she had difficulties with being friendly, but she knew how to make someone's day in a resturaunt. She felt needed in a resturaunt. It was a good feeling. One she didn't get very often.

But today, Valerie was not in the best mood coming to work. She had to run to the resturaunt, only to find that they were understaffed for the day, so Val had twice the amount of tables as usual. She was on her feet constantly and had to work through her break to get everything running smoothly. After a few hours of a full dinner rush, the resturaunt got very quiet and Valerie was able to sit and take a breather for a few minutes while waiting for table nine's order. As she was relaxing, another girl walked into the kitchen. "I cannot wait to get out of here." Val heard the girl mutter under her breath. Valerie raised an eyebrow. "Have a long day too?" She asked without even thinking. She instantly regretted it, but she had never really talked to this girl before. Valerie assumed it wouldn't be too bad. If worst came to worst, she and the girl would talk about work and then both be on their way. Nothing bad could come from this... right?

Valerie sighed and thought about leaving. That was an awful thought. Either her parents would be out drinking and causing problems, or they would have ran out of cash and would be waiting for Val with another... customer who would give them a quick fix. Valerie wasn't sure where they found these men, or how they found so many of them, but they seemed to and Valerie couldn't take it sometimes. She didn't want to go back to them, especially not tonight when all she wanted to do was go to bed and never wake up. The problem was, she had nowhere she could go. If she was gone for too long, they'd find her, somehow. They always did. Though, for just one night, to not go home? That would be nice. "I wish I didn't have to leave..." Valerie thought aloud, before realizing what she had done. She mentally kicked herself. She didn't want people to know she liked it here. That was just an invitation for more people to judge her. The girl who actually liked to work for her money. That was not a label that Valerie wanted. She sighed. Today was just not going her way.

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Day after day, we'll find the will to find our way
KNOWING THAT THE DARKEST SKIES WILL ONE DAY SEE THE SUN.

[delilah emerson o'hagan]

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THESE ARE THE DAYS THAT BIND YOU,
TOGETHER, FOREVER
AND THESE LITTLE THINGS DEFINE YOU

Delilah wouldn't have classes her day as stressful in any sense of the word, she had wandered out of her front door a little after her mother, to avoid seeing her, she had supposed to be on her way to school but that was a laugh, she headed in the direction but took a detour to the beach where she met a couple of her older friends to chill in the fresh summer sun, smoke a little and waste away the day. The plan had been to go straight from the beach to one of their apartments for pre-drinks and then straight onto the party. That stupid call from her manager had messed that plan up, well only for Dee but that was really the only person she cared about in this scenario. She'd dragged her half backed ass back to her house, sorted herself best as she could, thrown on her uniform, stuffed a change of clothes in her bag and a few bottles of her mothers expensive booze from the liquor cupboard before she made tracks for work. As far as jobs went, Delilah didn't hate hers as a waitress as much as she could, she'd had worse jobs and the manager at the diner was a pretty alright guy who had let her get away with a lot over the past year or so. Still, it didn't mean she liked to spend time there, there plenty of other things she would have preferred to be doing but money was a necessity and you couldn't have a fun life without the burden of working for it unless you were one of those silver spooned elites with their trust funds and boundless amounts of money. The thought of them and their easy as pie lives alone made her scowl a little, and it wasn't even that she envied them, she just hated the way they had no sense of responsibility, no idea of the real value of money. Of course there were a very rare, select few Elites, older ones who had earned their fortunes themselves and Dee had a slight respect for them but even then, it was a begrudged one.

The brunette leaned her slender body against the side counter lazily a doodled aimlessly on her notepad, she wasn't expecting anyone to react to what she had said, she'd worked a couple of shifts with the other waitress in and had never heard much of a peep from her, if she hadn't know better she would assumed she was a deaf mute or something, apparently she just didn't like talking to Delilah. Not that she ever made much of an effort either, she liked to keep her head down and just get her work done, if she spoke too much to people, they would start to realize how much of a pain in the ass she was and she didn't want her manager finding that out. To say she was a little taken aback when the other girl spoke was a bit of an understatement and brought Delilah blue eyes from the notebook to look at the girl she was half sure was called Valarie, she was too blind to read her name tag and too stubborn to wear the glasses she was supposed to so she'd just have to follow her instinct and memory, or just not refer to the girl by her name. After a moment of of getting over the fact the other girl was actually talking to her, she spoke up "Umm, not really, I just have places to go." she said with another glance at the clock that hadn't even changed minutes since she last looked. "It was busy before so time flew by, now it's standing still" she complained, again, more to herself than anyone else. "Why? How come your days been such a long one?" she wondered, she was being a little nosy, she had never spoke to the blonde before so she was, as you may suspect, a little curious to know what her deal was. At the next thing that slipped from the other girls lips she just kind of frowned and looked at her as if to say "whaat?" her eye brow raising in confusion. Of course she would have had the same attitude to work if she didn't have anywhere but home to go to from work, anything was better than having to be around her mum.

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[valerie rae jones]

Give me pain if that's what's real
ITS THE PRICE WE PAY TO FEEL.

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For a few moments, Valerie thought that maybe the girl wouldn't answer her and she would be off the hook. Valerie wasn't exactly looking for a conversation, though at the same time she did want to talk. And of course, Valerie wanted to make a friend at work. That would make the restaurant even more enjoyable for her. However, growing up alone all of her life, Valerie never had a friend. She never met kids her own age in order to practice making friends either. After all, nobody wanted their child to have a play date with a child who lived on the street with her deadbeat alcoholic parents, and no one who lived on the street ever had children. So Valerie never really had the experience of making friends. This explained why she was not very good at it, though she desperately wanted to be. However, a part of Valerie was confident that this random conversation could work out in her favor.

"Umm, not really, I just have places to go." The girl said at last. Valerie realized as as the girl was talking that she had seen her around before. Of course she had seen the girl at work, but she had also seen her face around school. She realized that she might even have a class with her, but she didn't ever put it together until now. It was an interesting thought, that someone who lived a life so close to yours could go unnoticed for so long. If it weren't for this conversation, Valerie would probably have gone on seeing the girl in the hallways of school, at work, and in class and never really connecting that the three were one and the same, or even that the three were something of substance. Sometimes, even background characters got their moment in the sun. Valerie wondered if this girl was just a background character in her life story, or if she would one day evolve into a bigger role. Valerie briefly wondered if the girl felt the same way about her as she did about the girl. Valerie expected so, however, sometimes people had a much bigger impact than they realized. Valerie did bring an awful lot of attention upon herself at school, so maybe the girl knew more about her than Val knew about her. Though most of Val hoped that she was a total stranger to the girl.

"It was busy before so time flew by, now it's standing still." The girl continued, and Valerie leaned forward to read that her name tag said Delilah. She made a mental not of it as the girl, Delilah, finished her thought. "Why? How come your days been such a long one?" Valerie shrugged nonchalantly. She didn't want to get into a long backstory that no one cared about or would sympathize with, so she went with the short and sweet version. "School was annoying and I haven't gotten to sit until just now," She shrugged, hoping to avoid any extra questions. She didn't want to get whiny about her life on an introduction. That never left a good first impression. Valerie knew that people thought of her poorly before they even met her, so a bad first impression drove them away faster than a speeding bullet. This would probably be her only chance to ever speak to the girl. She needed to do everything right the first time.

After Valerie let out her slip about wishing she never had to go home, she saw Delilah's eyebrow raise in confusion. She knew that she had probably ruined everything. Part of her wanted to explain, but the other part of her told her to keep her mouth shut and pretend it didn't happen. "Its just..." She said, the explanation part of her slowly winning. "I don't like being home," She said, as generically as possible. There. That should do it. It was a good recovery, she hoped. If the girl really went digging for a full-fledged answer than Valerie would provide it, but she was not going to willingly budge any further than she just had. If Delilah was not the inquisitive type then that was all of the information she was going to receive on the subject. If she was the inquisitive type, then she would have to ask the right questions to get anything out of Val. For now, Val's mouth was completely shut.

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Day after day, we'll find the will to find our way
KNOWING THAT THE DARKEST SKIES WILL ONE DAY SEE THE SUN.

[delilah emerson o'hagan]

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THESE ARE THE DAYS THAT BIND YOU,
TOGETHER, FOREVER
AND THESE LITTLE THINGS DEFINE YOU

Delilah had once been quite the social butterfly, by no means a popular girl but she had a wide away of friends and the know how to make more, high school had never posed any problems for her, she excelled in both her classes and the social side but after her father left and the death of her 3 closest friends it seemed pointless to have close friends, to bother being nice to people at all really. Of course she still had friends now, a small circle of people that could stand her rather than anything else really, people who hung out with her because she was cool and knew how to have a good time but she had no one she would say she would or could turn to if she wanted. It was all superficial, no deep connection, no closeness or trust, just knowing people and hanging out when there wasn't much better to do. Plus, you couldn't exactly party if you didn't have any friends to party with. People generally avoided her now though, she was bad news and everyone at school knew it, she was he wrong crowd that your parents always told you to stay clear of so the majority of her friends were people who were already of the reckless side or those older ones who didn't have parents and school to answer to. When it came to the girl in front of her, Delilah hadn't noticed her anywhere past work but that was simply because Delilah barely made an appearance at school and when she did, was usually stoned out of her mind and non the wiser to anything that was going on around her never mind who was around her. She spent all of her time at school in her own little drugged up bubble. All the same, what Delilah knew of the girl from work made her wonder about her, she never seemed to try and interact with any of the other staff, and she hadn't had any kind of conversation with her before this one so she was, as many people are, curious to know a little more about the mysterious girl.

While she waited for Valerie's reply she pushed herself up onto the side counter, swinging her twig like legs back and forth as she listened, pulling a face, curling up her nose like she smelt something bad at the mention of school. "Bleh, school. I haven't shown my face there for a while..." for a moment she seemed to daze off a little as she tried to remember the last time she had actually graced the hallways of her school. She came up empty and drew her attention back to the conversation at hand. "When is school ever not annoying?" she mused offhandedly. "As for not sitting down, on days like today I'd rather it be that way than be sat around watching the clock tick so slow it seems like it's going backwards." she grumbled looking over to see that there were still only the 2 tables in. "You can blame Joey and Lucy for that though, Joe is actually sick but that moaning bitch just called in because she wants to be with her boyfriend" he grumbled, never a fan of Lucy and her flaky tendency at work. With everything the other blonde girl said, Delilah decided she didn't hate her, which was a step in the right direction since Delilah had a habit of hating most people quite quickly, she was quick to judge people but she liked to think she was right to do so and it wasn't very often she was wrong on the judgment she made on people. Valarie seemed harmless, not a stuck up bitch and well, that was good enough for Delilah when it came to work friends. When it came to the part about not wanting to leave work, Delilah watched the other girl carefully, gauging her reaction as closely as she could keeping the mildly confused look on her face until Valarie had finished saying her piece. Then she considered it for a moment and how she was going to reply, she figured there could be no harm in being honest about her feelings on the matter "I guess I get that, if I didn't have other places to go, I'd rather be here than home." she admitted. She hated being home more than anything, and would stay over at peoples places, stay out all night just to avoid going to that house. "You going straight home when you finish?" she wasn't sure where she was going with that question but she asked it just the same. She felt herself feeling bad for the girl even though she knew nothing about her or why she hated being home.

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