Hello guys! So sorry about being MIA on Wednesday and the late post tonight. Just had a lot of stuff going on unfortunately!
But fortunately for you I am back with the conclusion to my short story that can be read in my last two Creative Writing posts found here and here.
Now for the conclusion:
Jane really felt that she was going to freak out if she didn’t get away. “I’m fine; I just need to use the bathroom. Excuse me.”
The manager seemed to not really believe her. “Okay but just know you can leave at any time. He really seems to be doing a number on you. I’ll keep an eye out for you. Let me know if you need anything.”
She was taken aback by the manager’s words. It was really nice of him but she also didn’t want a scene to be caused. She reached the bathroom and scrambled inside before anyone else could stop and point out how bad her date was. She leaned against the wall and tried to calm down. She tried to catch her breath having not even realized that she was even breathing heavily. Once her breathing slowed a little she pushed herself into the middle stall of the bathrooms. She shut and locked the door and sat down on the toilet. She scrambled for her phone in her purse, careful to leave her other hand wrapped around her crochet hook for some comfort. She dialed Amanda’s number praying that she would answer. Thankfully, Amanda answered on the second ring. “Jane! How was your date? Wait, isn’t it a little early for the date to be over? Oh no, did it go that bad?”
“Amanda! I’m freaking out. Where did you find this guy? He’s a total creep. I cannot believe you! This is the worst date I have ever been on. You have got to come and save me otherwise, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave,” she said, not able to hide the shake that was apparent in her voice.
“Jane, calm down. Just breathe. It’ll be okay. I honestly thought it would have been a good set up. Every time I’ve ever been around him he’s been a great guy. I thought you two would really hit it off. It seemed like you guys would have a lot in common. So where are you?”
“I’m at the Denny’s off of High street in the bathroom. I’m really freaked out. He talked about us being in a “relationship” Amanda. What the hell? Seriously, a blind date means a relationship to him? I don’t even want to know what holding hands means to him.”
“I’m on my way, Janey. Stay there and don’t move. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Jane pulled out her crochet hook and yarn and started crocheting. She just wanted the anxious feeling to go away. She was furiously crocheting, chaining twenty times, and then started her single crochets, trying to decide what she was going to make.
As she started to relax, she heard a pounding on the bathroom door. “Jane! Where are you? I told you to hurry. You’ve taken so long that the salads are ruined. How come you couldn’t follow my simple directions? I’m really angry with you, Jane. You get out here right now and come back to the table so we can finish this date,” Richard yelled through the bathroom door.
She froze and couldn’t believe that Richard was making a scene like that. Surely I haven’t been in here for that long. Please just go away and leave me alone. Just give up.
Jane waited a couple of minutes. She expected to have heard Richard some more and surprisingly didn’t. Instead, she heard Richard angrily talking with someone else but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She checked her phone and saw that it had only been five minutes since she got off the phone with Amanda. Jane went back to her crocheting and waited for Amanda to save her.
Not more than thirty seconds after she started crocheting again, she heard Richard yelling through the door once more. “Jane, if you don’t come out here right now, then I’m going to have no choice but to come in there.”
She couldn’t believe that no one tried to stop Richard from doing that. Surely someone in the whole entire restaurant would have enough courage to at least try to stop him from coming into the women’s restroom after her. Not even a minute after she thought this, the other voice that had been arguing with Richard was back but this time louder. “Sir, I need you leave the bathroom area. You’re lucky I’m not throwing you out of the restaurant right now. You’re disturbing the other customers, and you cannot enter the woman’s restroom.”
“I’m sorry, but who are you? I can do as I please; and if I’m not mistaken, I haven’t actually gone into the bathroom yet. Just mind your own business. This doesn’t concern you.”
“I’m the manager, and if you don’t listen then I’ll have to ask you to leave or involve the police. Leave the poor girl alone. She is allowed to use the restroom.”
The two continued to argue outside of the bathroom loud enough for her to hear. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she grabbed her phone and frantically dialed Amanda’s number. The phone rang and rang, but Amanda didn’t pick up. Jane’s breathing quickened and she threw her phone back into her purse. She was trembling so badly that she knew an anxiety attack was near. She forced herself to keep crocheting in a last effort to calm herself down.
She was still listening for the voices outside the bathroom, but they were no longer there. She wasn’t sure when they had stopped but was now even more scared. She didn’t get to hear the last part of their conversation so she had no idea if Richard left the restaurant or was just waiting outside the door for her. Since she knew that there was nowhere for her to hide in the bathroom, she stayed right where she was. Jane could barely make her stitches; her hands were trembling so badly. She finally made a stitch and felt a little triumphant. Then she heard it. The bathroom door slowly creaked open; it grew louder the more the door opened. She held her breath, praying that Richard wasn’t too angry with her.
She heard footsteps slowly grow closer and closer to her. Her body stiffened as she heard someone right outside her stall. Someone knocked on the stall door and she sharply took a deep breath in.
“Janey? Are you in there? It’s me. I’m here to get you. Let’s go home, Janey, and you can tell me all about it,” Amanda said.
She let out a deep sigh of relief, but then thought better of it. “Amanda, how do I know it’s just you and that Richard, the creep didn’t put you up to this?”
“Jane, come on. Seriously? It’s me. Now come out and let’s go. I got one of the waitresses to distract Richard for me because he was just standing around outside. He looked like he was waiting for you. That poor, brave girl. The manager is keeping an eye on them. He told me he was worried about you. Hurry up and let’s go. Maybe we can get out of here before Richard sees us.”
Jane quickly shoved her yarn, crochet hook, and phone into her purse and unlocked the stall door. Amanda pushed it open, and Jane was relieved to see only Amanda standing there. Amanda grabbed Jane by the wrist and yanked her towards the bathroom door. “Come on Jane. We have to go. I don’t know how long they can keep him distracted.”
Jane and Amanda practically ran out of the bathroom towards the front door of the restaurant. Richard was nowhere in sight. That’s a good sign.
They both made it safely out to the parking lot successfully without Richard seeing them. Or, that’s what they thought until they heard his angry voice behind them, “Amanda what the hell are you doing here? And where do you think you’re going with my girlfriend?”
“Sorry, Richard, she’s all mine and I really don’t feel like sharing anymore. I had to come and confess my true feelings for, Janey,” Amanda said, trying her hardest not to burst out laughing.
Amanda tugged Jane towards her black 2001 Jetta and gave Jane a look that said, “desperate times call for desperate measures.”
The girls both heard Richard shouting, more angrily now about how Jane was “the one” because they had so much in common, along with a lot of incomprehensible yelling. Amanda unlocked the car and shoved Jane inside, hurried to the driver side and climbed in. Jane could tell Amanda was a little freaked out now as she fumbled through her keys for the right one. Amanda finally got it, shoved it in the ignition, started the car, and quickly reversed out of her spot.
“Okay seriously? This is ridiculous. What exactly happened Jane,” Amanda asked, breaking the silence.
Jane remained silent until they get a couple blocks up High Street and said, “He was fine but then got annoyed at the smallest things like me trying to eat. He slapped my fork out of my hand because he wasn’t okay with me eating yet. He decided that we were in a relationship because we both liked chicken Caesar salads and reading. Amanda, thanks for saving me. Really. But I will never go on another blind date as long as I live, got it? And I will never take a suggestion about guys from you ever again. Can we go home now though? I’ll finally give you that crochet lesson that you’ve always wanted.”
I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think in the comments below. Have a safe and wonderful weekend! Stay classy and sassy 😀