Enid Part 3
breath and gasoline reeking clothes. I can
feel his grubby hands on my neck.
By Lucy Mitchell
“I know Enid” I whisper, bringing my knees
up to my chin and rocking fast to block out
the images of him.
“Polly – what have done you done?”
screams Enid, in my head. The realisation of
what I have just done hits me hard. I let go
of the phone receiver and it clatters onto the
stone floor.
I can hear the operator asking me to confirm
my location but I can’t bring myself to say
anything. They will trace the call.
“I told you to stop Enid but you wouldn’t
listen” I whimper, kneeling onto the kitchen
floor. Hot tears stream down my face.
“You have made me so angry Polly” shouts
Enid. “Go into the backroom now so that I
can start my waitress shift and sort this mess
out!”
I shake my head. Enid’s shift must not start
tonight.
“Polly do what I say, I am strong and you
are WEAK!” hollers Enid, in my head.
“I can’t Enid” I say, wiping away my tears
with my apron.
“But I did it for us Polly. You know that!”
Enid exclaims.
“I never asked you to kill all those men” I
say feeling very cold and starting to shiver
as their faces flash across my mind.
“He never paid for what he did to you Polly,
there was no justice” says Enid calmly.
I shake my head and break into
uncontrollable sobbing at the thought of
him, lurking in the shadows outside of the
diner. Waiting.
“I was there for you Polly after he left you
for dead in the parking lot. I nursed you
through all that. I made sure you never
worked another night shift again, just to
keep you safe” said Enid.
“Oh Enid what have I done?” I cry out,
staring at the phone receiver. “You are right.
You were there for me after he drove away
in his truck, and this is how I repay you. I
am so sorry.”
“Its ok Polly, he made you weak” says Enid.
“He changed me Enid” I say rubbing my
face hard until it starts to burn. Anger
bubbles furiously inside me as I think about
his grinning face.
“Let me start my shift Polly. I will get rid of
customer no.8 and then do you know what
we are going to do?” gushes Enid excitedly.
“What Enid?” I ask.
“Polly I killed them for a reason, you know
this. I did it to get back at that nasty trucker
who did those horrid things to you, all those
years ago” says Enid.
“We will work out how we can track him
down. If we have to close the diner and
travel for days, we will do it. We will find
him and make sure he never harms another
waitress ever again” says Enid.
A familiar dark feeling glides across me. I
can smell his pungent body odour, garlic
I stare up at the stained kitchen ceiling,
imagining Enid and I getting in our rusted