Penguins in the Caribbean, chapter 30

She walked a lonely road. The soft glow of signs brightening the night. Sometimes she would pass the odd drunk or high person but that was all who were out that night. She knew she needed to fined a way home, but there was nothing she could do but walk. Her feet hurt and the cold wind blew without mercy.

Chikky and Lint whined by her side, even if they didn't know what was going on entirely Zafera inew they could see her pain as she fought back tears. There was nothing she could do. She was helpless.


Billie sat up in his bed, it was another day he would have to spend making the album. But it would all be worth it once they went on tour and Zafera would be there.

Tre was down stairs on the couch. He was switching threw channels until he found some decent cartoons. What a child. Billie shook his head and went to the kitchen.

Ollie was makinf breakfast, pancakes to be exact. Since Zafera had gone away she had been spending more time at home, not because she didn't like Zafera or she cost her money they just dicided to give her a break. "So any word from Zafera? It's the weekend she should be calling soon." Ollie said without looking away from the pan, Billie could tell it was bothering her that she hadn't called even if was only saturday.

"She'll call, she's probably just doing some homework, don't worry." Billie said mostly to reasure himself, he missed her.

"I guess so." Ollie looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and walked into the living room where Tre was now fiddling with his toes. Why he took of his socks in someone elses house we will never know, no matter how much time he spent there... It still wasn't right.

"Tre put your socks back on."

"Watch I can stick my foot in my mouth." he stuck his foot in his mouth and smiled like it was something to be proud of.

"That's disgusting." he walked back into the kitchen and sat at the table drinking the coffee Ollie gave him.

Zafera sat in one of the old seats in the bar. The place wasn't to buisy and it seemed more welcoming then the others she passed. "Um, excuse me I was just wondering if you have a job opening up?" the women she was directing the question to looked up, eyed her then looked back down and sighed.

"We just lost someone actually, you can start tomorrow... Wait are you over 18?" the women asked while handing someone a drink.

"Um-"

"Good you start tomorrow." without even waiting for her to say any more she walked away then yelled back "your shift starts at 9:30 p. M."

She couldn't believe it was that easy, usually they got asked a whole bunch of questions, maybe they really were desperate. She walked out of the bar, she untide her dogs from the street lamp and continued down the street, she found out she was in a city five hours away from the little town she came from and that there are no busses going anywhere near there.

She needed a place to stay, she couldn't very well sleep outside. She walked until it was just houses and convenaint stores left of the city. There was a friendly looking house across the street, so she went over and knocked on the door. Five minutes later there was some yelling and the door swung open. A man with thick stubble and a stained shirt answered "hello. Can I help you? '

"I- I was just wondering if you could alow me to stay for a week, I will pay you back at the end of the week. I have to dogs to so I was wondering if they could stay too.. If you want me to that is." she mumbled. He scratched his chin and moved his gaze from the ceiling to the walls and to her, repeating that three times before replying.

"Sure ya can, you'll be staying in one of the girls room for now. And don't worry you can stay as long as ya want." he smiled and stepped to the side as she gathered her stuff and walked in.

'Thank you." she took of her boots and waited for him to escort her to her room. The house seemed quiet to her when she was outside, well after the yelling, but now she heard moans and screams from the echoey hall ways. It dawned on her, it was a whore house.

Billie, Mike and Tre were just strumming their intruments and passing a joint around. It was a lazy Saturday, or at least it should have been but all the stress was building up and any slip up could make on of them crack, except Tre who was seemingly fine.

"I need to get fucking laid..." they all looked at Tre for a few minutes but kept silent. They needed time to think and Saturday was the only day that was for them just to do nothing.

Half an hour later the beer was gone, they where very very drunk. Everything seemed perfect in that exact moment.

Zafera inched her way back to the door but bumped into the man. "I'm Rachel by the way." It was a women's name which made her wonder a bit as to where he got it from.

"I am Zafera."

"Ach, what a pretty name." Zafera could make out a hint of an accent when he spoke almost Irish but a bit german at the same time. She took a deep breath.

"Thank you."

"Now come this way, I'll show you to your room. I hope ya don't mind what type of buissness I'm in, don't want the cops coming again." he laughed and brought her stuff up the creeky stairs, The stairwell was dark, but so was the whole house. Men were eyeing her as she passed them. It made her uncomfortable so she quickened her walk so she was almost beside Rachel.

He opened the last door to the right, on a pink bed there was a girl barely even twelve reading a magazine, as if she was waiting for something. She looked up and gave a faint smile, but her eyes were unhappy.

"Zafera this is Amelia, Amelia this is Zafera. She isn't working for me just so ya know. I'll let ye two get better accuianted." with that he silently left.

It was silent for a few minutes before Amelia got off the bed and shook Zafera's hand "Nice to meet you. So what brings you here," she waved her hand making referance to the house. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Oh well it's a long story really."

"So you don't wanna tell me. Okay sorry for asking."

"No, no it's alright I'll tell you." she told her about her aunt and uncle dropping her off here but left out everything before that... That was a story for another time and it didn't seem like she was leaving any time soon.

They sat on her Amelia's bed talking. Amelia told her of how her family sent her to America to get a better life and education, she was supposed to move in with her granmother but found out she had died, so now she is here earning money to get back home. But when ever she makes money Rachel or someone else will steal it.

Zafera was amazed by all the stories she had to tell at such a young age. Then she realized she hadn't asked her how old she was. "Um, so how old are you?"

"I am 15 yes I know I look younger than I really am, that is why Rachel had picked me up. He saw me walking alone and at that time I was 14 so I looked about tenish maybe. Asia does have alot of petite people you know. ANd how old are you?"

'Seventeen." They continued to talk for the rest of the night until Amelia needed to go for awhile. She felt sorry for her and promised herself when she left Amelia was coming with her.
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