The 'Groomed'

Waffle House Madness

"Sean, it's been 2 days. Shouldn't we be in New York?"

2 days of driving straight to where ever we are. 2 days of no sleep, no walking, no anything. We didn't go into restaurants, we went through McDonalds drive throughs.

I've been peeing in bottles for goodness sakes.

"A little longer sweetheart." He assured me.

I looked outside. I need a sign to tell me where I'm going. Maybe the trees will kinda show me, or house style, or maybe-

45 Miles-Montana

Montana? And thank you Mr. Road Sign!

"We are going to Montana?!" I yelled.

He pretended to look confused. "Montana!? Omg I had no clue!"

He smiled.

My mouth fell open.

"But, New York!"

He chuckled. "Dude, you'll have a lot more fun out here."

We sat there for another 30 minutes.

"I'm hungry." I blurted out.

"Okay? You'll have to wait."

"You don't want to see me hangry. I do many bad things."

"Oh, maybe you can show me how bad." He said huskily.

I saw a Waffle House sign ahead.

"I want a chocolate chip waffle. Let's go to Waffle House."

He glanced at me and sighed.

Sean swerved into the parking lot and parked.

I got out of the car and made my way inside. An elderly woman saw us and gave us a smile.

"Hi y'all! Welcome to Waffle House! Would y'all like to sit at a counter or booth?"

"Counter would be-"

"Booth." Sean interrupted.

I shot him a dirty look as we made our way to the booth.

"Now what would you guys like to drink?"

"I'll have a Coke." I said with a smile.

"No, the girl will have a water. I'll have a water as well."

The woman looked at Sean in a disgusted manner.

"Now listen here sonny. I don't know about you, but when I was her age, I could order whatever I wanted. Let the poor girl speak."

She looked over at me.

"Now dear, what would you like to drink?"

"Uh, a water is fine."

She stood there for a minute, then walked off, shooting Sean a dirty look every once in a while. She came back moments later with the waters and put them in front of us.

"So Cathy I-"

The waitress snapped her head towards Sean. "Did you say Cathy?"

"Uh."

The color of her face drained to a pale color. "You. You are the missing girl."

She recoiled a couple of steps. "Help! That's the missing girl! Call the cops!"

"I'm calling right now." A woman said.

Sean grabbed my arm, pulled me to his chest, and pulled out a gun out of his pants.