Post by StoryGirl83 on Jun 4, 2010 21:25:50 GMT -5
Chapter Five – I Don’t Want To Know
Chris was busy filling out orders. It had been a crazy night so far and he got the idea it was just going to get worse. The sound of the door opening drew a groan from his lips.
Before he could turn to look a voice said, “Relax, Chris. I’m here to relieve you.”
A smile lit Chris face as he turned to look at Callie Ranard. “Thanks, Callie. Sorry to leave you with all this, but I do have to leave.”
“Don’t tell me,” Callie requested as she approached the stove. “I honestly have no interest in what your family does outside of this restaurant. Do you have any orders needing made right now?”
Chris handed her a small stack of orders. “Just these. Do you want help?”
Callie took the papers from him. “I’m here because you have to leave,” she reminded him. “So get out of here. See to whatever you need to and don’t call me in tomorrow. I have plans.”
Chris nodded and ran over to his mom’s office to grab his wallet and keys from the desk drawer and headed out, closing the door behind him. He was headed toward the back door when Emily’s voice stopped him.
“Chris!”
Chris turned around and saw her headed toward him. He waited for her to reach him. “Is something wrong?”
“Be careful,” she replied looking at him worried. “I know I don’t know a lot about all this, but I know it’s dangerous, so be careful.”
Chris smiled and nodded. “Did Mom say anything else?”
She shook her head. “Not really. She said an innocent needs help. I’m not really sure what that means, because you failed to explain that term.”
“Innocents are anyone needing our help and protection from the underworld,” Chris informed her.
“Do you think this is about the . . . villain you were looking for last week?”
“Emily, your order is ready,” Callie called out to her.
“I’ll be careful,” Chris promised her. “I have to go though.”
Emily nodded. “Remember your mom said to orb,” she threw at him before she hurried over to the stove.
Chris headed out the back door and ran for his car. He started to climb in when Emily’s words registered. He sighed, wondering how he was going to explain why he was such a hurry to leave that he left behind his car. Even though he wasn’t sure how another half hour or so was going to make a difference, he pushed shut his door, locked it back up, and orbed out.