Megan 002

Megan 002
“I’m not fucking late. I’m right on time,” I muttered with a glance.
“I thought you knew the rules. You’re supposed to be home by nine. It’s nearly ten,” he said.
“Dad, I’m an adult. Why the fuck do you make me have a damn curfew?” I asked him with a snap.
Because it’s obvious that you don’t care about me.
I rolled my eyes once more, and soon, he looked at me.
“Come on, Megan, you’re acting like a brat,” he told me.
“And you’re not the boss of me. I’m an adult,” I told him in response.
“You may believe that, but let’s face it, if you don’t shape up soon, you’re going to regret it. I’m making arrangements, and they’re something you might not like,” he told me.
Oh boo-hoo. I can’t stand this dude, so I just scoffed and walked upstairs. Like he could control me.
It was the same shit every single day. I couldn’t stand living with him, but I was only going to have to do so for a while. However, about a week later, I saw something on the table.
“What the hell is this?” I asked my father.
“Your work schedule,” he responded.
I looked at the guy like he had three heads. What the fuck was this dude talking about?
“I don’t have a work schedule. I don’t work,” I told him with a bit of a rude tone. I mean, it’s obvious that I don’t, he’s just fucking stupid.
“I know you say that now, but you’re not going to be singing that tune once you find out what I’m about to tell you,” he said.
I sat down at the table where he ushered me to, and that’s when he started to sigh.
“Megan, I can’t go the next couple of months like this. I just can’t,” he said.
“Why not? You’re stuck with me. Mom’s gone. She’s been gone for about ten years now, and I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I said.
“You’re bored. I thought that maybe it would be fine having you around. Maybe you would’ve learned your lesson, but it’s obvious that isn’t the case. You’re acting out, being completely rude to everyone, and honestly, I can’t stand it. I try my hardest to make it work for you, but it’s obvious you don’t give a damn,” he said to me.
I looked at him, wondering what the hell he was going to tell me. Was I grounded? That meant more time alone for me.
“So what does this have to do with the work schedule?” I finally asked.
“I asked my buddy Collin if you could come work with him. He owns the local meat shop in town, and I told him you’d be off for the summer. It’s time for you to learn some character, and while I’ve provided a lot for you up until this point, I can’t keep doing this. You’re honestly driving me insane,” he said to me.
I looked at him, listening to the words that he spoke.
“Fuck you,” I said.
“Shut up, Megan. You’re nothing but a little brat, a fucking brat who doesn’t care about anyone else but herself. Listen, Collin is a good man, and I’ll tell you right now, that you’ll appreciate what I’m about to do for you. You need to learn your place in this world. I won’t be around forever and while I’ve helped countless times up until this point, I can’t keep helping you now,” he said to me.
I was appalled at the fact that he said that. I was just…I didn’t know what to say. A part of me wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, that he wasn’t the boss of me or anyone else, but at this point, I knew that I was utterly defeated. Plus, I mean as much as I hate my father, maybe getting a job would do me some good. I mean, it’s better than just sitting here like a bump on a log, right?
“Fine. I’ll do it,” I said.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” he joked.
“Maybe for you, but I don’t know the first thing about working,” I said to him.
“Trust me, Collin will teach you everything. He’s actually a few years older than you are, so it’s someone around your age range. Maybe you can pick up some inspiration to actually provide for yourself and follow your dreams instead of assuming that everyone will give you whatever the hell you want,” he uttered.
I wanted to flip my father off once again, but I stopped myself. Maybe I should give this a chance. I mean, it’s not like it’s a terrible thing to behold, nor would it really suck. I mean, it’s better than nothing, right? I guess I’ll do it.
“Fine. So when do I start?” I asked.
“Monday. You have the rest of the week to have a bit of freedom, but then come Monday, your ass is to be there at the butcher shop,” he told me.
I immediately nodded. I mean, it can’t be that bad, right? It seems like a decent place to work. Even though meat is kind of gross to handle, I guess I’ll try to find some appeal in it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen.
I spent the rest of the week dicking around, and while my father was still a bit snappy towards me, ever since I agreed, he was a bit nicer. I began to flush, wondering what I was about to get into, and before I knew it, I was soon going to have a new job. What I didn’t know though, was that this job was unlike anything I expected it to be, and soon, I would find out the real fun behind working at a butcher shop, and how handling meat would lead me down the path to other sorts of meat handling as well.