"Hey! Hey wake up!" The voice comes to my eardrums unclear. I grunt like a child. Two days on the road. I honestly don't want to hear Woody's voice any longer. All he does is sing oldies and yell at other drivers.
"Wake up we're here!" Woody shakes my shoulder.
"what?" I manage to say. I open my eyes and I see a run-down two-story home surrounded by thick trees.
"Fine if you want to sleep in the car, by all means go ahead. It's 12 pm by the way." I hear his foot steps moving away from the car.
"Wait! Do you have Captain Crunch?" I ask like a kid.
"I am a 45-year-old man that lives alone.... of course I do." He says to me.
"I'll be there in a minute." I reply. I sit up in the passenger's chair. The sky is cloudy. It makes the house look pretty old. It's surrounded by plush greenery. I see ply wood in front of the house with a couple of saws and hammers. He must be home improving. Good, the house isn't in the best of shape. I start to walk down the dirt path to the house. My legs tingly poking me at every steps I take. I get to the porches steps.
"Watch out. The steps are pretty old. That's why I'm fixing them." He yells at me from inside. I carefully take each steps slowly. I hear clearly every creak that might be a warning that it will break from underneath me. I finally take my first few steps inside the old man's house. It's clean, which I didn't expect. The furniture matches with each other, the curtains not so tacky. It actually looks like a woman lives here, but it's just him and a dog.
"I'm in the kitchen. Food is on the table." he says. I make my way into the kitchen. He sits at the table with a pile of old news papers reading each and every article. My bowl of Captain Crunch sits on the mahogany table waiting to be eaten. I scarf down each puff and drink all the milk.
"What do you plan on doing today?" He asks my unwrapping another old news paper. I just got here. What else would I be doing?
"Well, I guess I need to unpack everything. Where is my room?" I ask him politely.
"Up stairs. First door on your right. You have your own bathroom up there as well." He explains as he reads The Funnies.
'Where's your room?" I asked wondering.
"Down stairs. Usually guests use the upstairs." He tells me as he laughs at a Garfield comic. "I would help you unpack, but I need to go to the grocery and do some to-do list in town today. I was going to ask my apprentice to help you carry the boxes inside but he is not here in Union at the moment. He'll be back at like 11 pm. I bet you'll be done by then. Hike up your skirt and get to it." He says. Apprentice? I am not even going to ask.
"I'll be done in like 3 hours," I tell him. I severe myself 4 servings of Captain Crunch. Each bite like heaven for my taste buds. Twenty-five minutes later, Woody comes back.
"I'm done unloading from the pick-up. You just got to drag the boxes inside. Remember those steps are untrustworthy." He explains to me. I nod in response.
"Now, your not going to be in my hair at all today, right?" He asks me.
"If you mean the remaining hair left on your head? Then no." I say grinning.
"Ha ha ha, very funny. I'll be back soon." He leaves the house with me by myself.
I start to drag the boxes up to my new room. I carefully place each box on my bed or floor. When I'm outside bringing them in, I slide the box on the sturdy porch and carefully come up the stairs. I do this process for three hours straight, my arms are tired. My clothes soaked in sweat. My head throbbing. When I'm done I take a cold shower, pull up my hair and get dressed it's about 5 o'clock, he should be back soon.
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How to Save a Life | Joshifer
FanfictionJennifer Porter never thought her life would crumble beneath her.When Jen's parents pass away, she has no other choice than to move to Union, Kentucky with her Uncle. She just doesn't know how to deal with her messed up life anymore. She, unexpecte...
