Cynthia Saunders deals with the ordeal of having a room-mate, Brenda Hadden, who stabs her in the back by sleeping with the only man, Joe Deavis, that she'd finally grew to love. Cynthia has been in other abusive relationships as well, but only her best freind, Jackie McBeal, helps her get through the tough times of this dead-end relationship. Karen McBeal, was the mother to Joe's daughter, but her and Cynthia came to be good friends in the long run. Does Cynthia have the heart to forgive someone who's broken her heart so many times? Or does she simply forgets?
Any other day, Cynthia would take the same route to work, walking down the main street in which they lived and then making a right at the corner. Instead, this day she would take the long way around. She needed time to think before she was introduced with the patrons at the restaurant. Finally making it in on time in which she didn’t intend to do, she addressed the manager that was on duty that morning,
Todd Webber was his name. He was a tall man. Standing about six feet tall, with lips that would cool the hottest soup on the table. He was the type of manager that was very down to earth with the other employees. Not watching every move that was made by them or running behind them telling them everything that they were doing wrong. No, he would wait until the end of their shifts to do that, hoping that they would improve on their next shift. Todd likes to joke around a lot on his shift so that the others felt comfortable around him. Very much interested in Cynthia, she did no wrong in his eyes. Everything that she did was excellent in his taste. She treated all of her customers with respect. She greeted them in a professional manner. As far as Todd was concerned, she loved her job.
She was there on time everyday, if not early. She’d won employee of the month for an entire year. Some days her attitude was off, but Todd knew she had some issues to handle also, so he didn’t make a big fuss about it. As long as she separated her personal life from her job relations, Todd was exceptionally happy with having her as an employee. Although they had been on previous dates with one another, they both kept their personal lives and work related relationships separate.
“What’s up girl? I didn’t even know that you were on the schedule for today, but I’m glad you’re here,” Todd said, caressing her slightly on the shoulders.
Cynthia had sort of a crush on Todd Webber for about half a year, and had kept it a secret to herself. The feeling was very mutual also with Mr. Webber, so she had thought. She went on with completing her shift for the day when Todd had called her into the office. “Are you doing anything after work tomorrow? I want to see you again.” Todd asked.
“No, I’m not doing anything at all tomorrow. Just call me and let me know what you wanna do or where you wanna go.” Looking at him as if he’d just asked her to marry him.
“O.K., I’ll do that then. Let me get out here and get these people served. Do you think that you can stay a little longer to help me out with tonight’s shift?”
“Sure, it’s no problem. I don’t have any plans for tonight anyway.”
“I mean, at least until your room-mate Brenda comes in for her shift.”
“Cool. I think she comes in at about seven tonight,” Cynthia added.
During the course of the night, some of the other employees that were scheduled to work that evening had called out sick or gave some excuse to why they couldn’t come to work. This kind of stressed Todd out because now he had to work just that much harder, along with the other employees who were already there, including Cynthia.
“Todd, it’s almost time for Brenda to come in. Where’s everybody else who were suppose to show up tonight?” Cynthia asked, while still trying to serve customers behind the eating bar.
“Don’t even ask. Some of them called out, so I have to work with what I have. Don’t worry, you can still go when Brenda gets in. I think I’ve kept you long enough. You’ve done a good job. Thank you girl”, as she rushed to get customers this and that from the kitchen.
“O.K. Because my feet are really killing me right about now.” Cynthia laughed with Todd, although she was in such pain with being on her feet for almost twelve and a half hours.
Cynthia saw Brenda walking across the parking lot of the restaurant to get ready for her shift. “Here she comes now Todd,” Cynthia yelled to the kitchen where Todd was.
“Alright then. You can go ahead and leave. I’ll see you tomorrow or whenever you work again.”
“Good night,” she said personally to his face in the kitchen.
“Good night,” he replied. As if it was the last time that they would be able to see each other in the restaurant.
As they passed by each other in the office, “It’s about time girl. I’m tired. I’m going home to get straight in the bed. My feet are killing me,” Cynthia told Brenda.
“I’ll see you when I get home. I’m not staying long. I have a short shift tonight.”
“Tell me about it. See ya later.” Cynthia walked out of the door wishing all of her customers a good night.
Lying on the couch watching television when she should have been in the bed, Brenda finally comes in the door from completing her shift at work.
“I thought you would have been asleep by now. Why are you still up and still have on your work clothes?” Brenda asked.
Cynthia had started to tell Brenda about how much she had come to like Todd, the same way she did about all of her male friends. The difference was that Todd had a girl-friend and a new baby. But that didn’t stop Cynthia from getting what she wanted in the first place.
“Brenda,” she said while sitting up on the couch while she put down her things, “do you think that Todd is cute?” asking for her opinion.
“Yeah, I think he is. Why do you ask that? You’re trying to get with him or something?” Brenda replied.
“I mean, we already go out on dates,” knowing that the third degree was about to explode from Brenda’s mouth.
“Well, you know he’s got a girl-friend and a new baby already, right?”
“Yes, I know that and so what. Evidently she’s not doing something right if he’s out getting it from somewhere else, right?”
“Or it could mean that he’s a straight up dog like the others that you’ve had already,” Brenda said walking towards her bedroom, “Have you thought about it that way?”
“Yes I have,” Cynthia said, “So I guess that makes two of us then. I’m just having fun for a change right now.”
Cynthia ended the conversation by going into her room and removing her work clothes to get more comfortable. “I knew it was a bad idea asking her for her damn opinion. I don’t need it for real. Just thought I’d include her ass in or something since her life is so damn boring,” Cynthia thought to herself.
The next morning came and Cynthia called the restaurant to see what time her shift was for that day only to find out that Todd took her off of the schedule, for staying and helping him out the night before. She was glad, for she really didn’t want to go in this day because she had waited so long to fall to sleep, while sitting up and watching movie after movie last night. The day had almost past and Cynthia was still in bed watching movies all day long. It was now about five in the evening, and the only thing she’d done that day was go to the bathroom and crawl back into bed. She would occasionally call up to the restaurant to talk to Todd, when and if he wasn’t to busy. Brenda was in her room getting ready for her shift that night and this time her shift was longer than last night’s shift.
“Hey girl, I’m getting ready to leave now.” Brenda yelled through Cynthia’s bedroom door.
“Fine. I’ll see ya later on. Don’t work to hard like I did last night.”
“Oh believe me, I wont.” Brenda says walking out the front door. As she reaches the restaurant entrance, she spot’s Todd behind the bar talking with one of the regular customers.
“Hello Todd. How are you today?” Brenda offered her question of the day.
“I’m fine,” he replied.
Brenda gave Todd this look that would throw him out of one of the side panel windows of the restaurant. “So, I heard about you and Cynthia. What’s up with that? You know you ain’t nothing but a low down dirty dog, right?”
“What the hell are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between us” he said defensively.
“Well, why is she saying that there is? What the fuck is going on? I thought we had something going on?” as she pointed in his face while backing him up into one of the walls in the office.
“Look, I don’t know what she told you or why, but there’s nothing going on between Cynthia and I. Seriously!!,” looking at Brenda with eyes of a poor begging man.
Later on that night while in the back office of the restaurant, Todd made a phone call to Cynthia to tell her that he couldn’t make it out with her tonight because something suddenly came up.
“O.K., well...,” trying to figure out what else she could do that night, “I’ll just go over my friends house and play some cards for the night.”
“I’ll just give you a call later on tomorrow though, if you don’t have anything else planned.”
“That sounds fine. I’ll let you know when you call.” Cynthia said hurriedly.
Cynthia put on some clothes to head out to the neighbors apartment where she knew they were playing cards or doing something that involved having fun.
“What are you doing tonight?” Todd whispered in Brenda’s ear.
“I’m not doing anything when I get home. You wanna come over for a while? Cynthia should be sleep by the time I get home.”
It was about one thirty in the morning by the time the employees were finished cleaning and getting their receipts counted by Todd for the night. Brenda had already had her receipts counted and was helping Todd with counting of the others. They were the only one’s left in the restaurant for Todd made sure that the other employees heard that he was going to drop Brenda off at home so that no one would know that there was something going on between him and Brenda. “See yall tomorrow, whoever will be here. And please be on time if you’re scheduled to work. Please!!” Todd expressed before the last employees had left.
By the time Brenda had gotten home, Todd was outside parking the car. She had kept the front door unlocked so that he wouldn’t have to knock, just in case Cynthia wasn’t already sleep. She walked to the back, seeing that Cynthia’s bedroom door was closed and there was no light shining from the bottom of the door. Cynthia had quickly closed her eyes and started to snore softly as though she had been sleep for a while, as she heard Brenda coming down the hallway.
She quietly opened the door to see if Cynthia was in there or not. And she was. “Cynthia?” Brenda called out softly, hoping not to wake her. There was no answer. She was sound asleep. At least that’s what Brenda thought. She closed the bedroom door behind her very softly. While she did this, Cynthia had opened her eyes as the door closed slowly, only to see another figure walk in the front door.
“Shh...don’t let the door slam,” Cynthia heard Brenda tell Todd.
“Is she in there?”
“Yeah, but she’s asleep. She’s probably been sleep for a while now. She won’t be waking up no time soon. She sleeps really hard.”
Cynthia had heard everything that they were saying and then the television was turned on, not allowing her to hear anything else that was being said. The only thing that she could hear was the sound of their voices. Not being able to make out the words that were coming from their mouths. After about twenty minutes or so, while still lying in the bed and not knowing who the man was in the living room with Brenda, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. This time, footsteps of two people.
The television had been turned off and there was silence. As they came towards the bedroom door, the man had mumbled something to Brenda, thinking that he was whispering, and the voice had became quite clear to her to whom this man that was entering Brenda’s bedroom with her.
It was Todd!
“Oh no the hell they didn’t,” Cynthia thought to herself, “How dare they do this to me.”
By their bedrooms being side by side, Cynthia could almost hear everything and every move that was being made in the next room.
“You don’t think we’ll wake her, do you?” Todd asked.
“I told you, when she’s asleep, she sleeps hard. She doesn’t hear anything.”
“Oh really now?” Cynthia thought to herself.
Lying there in silence, with her heart pounding faster and faster, for she knew that her blood pressure was rising and rising with each pulse sensation. She could now hear her heartbeat through her ears. She was steamed. More than she had ever been. “I should go and storm right into the damn room and make both of them look ridiculously stupid. I wish I had a Polaroid camera right about now.” Cynthia thought.
Cynthia could now hear that they were engaging in sexual activities. The bed squeaked more and more. Cynthia grew more angrier as the bed moved intensely.
She knew that she had been stabbed in the back twice. Not only by Todd, because he knew she and Brenda were room-mates, but by Brenda also, who knew that Cynthia liked Todd from the beginning. She would also remember Brenda telling her that Todd already had a girl-friend and a new baby, and how Todd was nothing but a dog and what she was doing was wrong. So what the hell was Brenda doing with him?
The same thing that she would try to do with all of Cynthia’s male friends. Take them away from her. Like she meant nothing! Their friendship had now went down the drain. How could she trust her own room-mate ever again? What would she do now?