She's my Fucking Daughter! I Have to See Her!, chapter 9

***Billie's POV***

I pulled out of the parking lot of the Circle K with a lit cigarette in my mouth and a smile on my face. Adeline was there. Damn. Why did she have to name her "Nobody?" I don't want to call her that. It's horrible. I hope it's not her real name, though.

I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and stood outside. A no smoking sign was on the door. That was close. I almost walked in.

I stamped it out on the ground and walked in. I stepped into the elavator. Two other people were there. It was a little five year old girl and her father. He was holding her hand. "Daddy?"the little girl said.
"Yes, honey?"
"When is Mommy coming home?"
"Not for a long time, baby."

She looked like she was going to cry, but, just when she was about to, her father swept her up into his arms and kissed her on the forehead. She giggled. She looked at me with a blank expression. I smiled. She smiled back. I wish I could have had that. Even though I would have only been eighteen. I still want it so much. I was so stupid! Only thirteen!

The elevator came to a stop and the doors dinged as it went open. I walked out right before the girl and her father. I felt a tug on my hand. I looked down. It was the girl. "Mister?" she said, "Why do wear sunglasses inside?" I smiled. Her father picked her up. "Sammy," he said, "What did I tell you about talking to strangers?"
He looked at me. "Heh, kids," he shrugged. "Yeah," I said, "They're great."


***The Next Day***
***Nobody's POV***

I rode to the Circle K as usual. My long hair flowing behind me and going way too fast. Why am I going so fast? Oh, right. Cratchett's doing an inspection today. She kind of owns the place. Alot of the money we make during the day goes to her. She just pops in every once in a while to make sure everything is military-standard. I swear! She's probablly Hitler reincarnated in a woman's body!

I walked hurridely into the doors. "Is she here yet?"I whispered to Debbie behind the counter. She nodded her head. I winced. This isn't the first time this had happened. I hope she doesn't fire me.

I ran behind the counter as fast as I could as soon as Cratchett walked in. "Nobody," she said, "Have yo u been here this whole time?"
"Uhhh,"I said, "Yeah. I was in the bathroom." She gave me "the glare" and moved up and down the ailes, making sure everything was in place..
"Looks about right," she said. She waited around a little longer to watch how we handled the customers. Debbie fought as hard as she could the urge to cuss at the people after they left. It's like her crack.

About three hours went by and she finally left. We gave out a sigh of relief just after the doors closed behind her. There was no one in the store. Except us. "'Looks about right!'" Debbie said, mocking her voice. I laughed.

"Seriously though, dude,"she said, opening an unpaid for Snickers bar and taking a bite,"She really needs to lighten up."
"Yeah," I said, hopping on the counter, "She's worse than my mother." She nodded. The bell on the door rang as someone walked in. I hopped off the counter as he walked up. It was a scruffy looking guy with a navy blue beanie on. He kept his hands in his pockets.

"Can I help you?" Debbie said.
"Yeah," he said, "You can give me all the money in the cash register. We looked at each other and laughed.
"That's a good one," I said, "But really, what can we get you?"
"I don't think you understand," he said, pulling out a gun.

"This is a stick-up."