Christmas in Eden
Chapter One:
Friday
Eden Sawyer's life officially ended on Black Friday.
She had woken up with low expectations, dragged herself groggily along the cold tile floor and scalded herself awake in the shower. Minutes later she was choking down freshly opened cereal with a crispness that scratched her throat as she hurried it down. Driving a lovely 45 minutes down a crowded crazed highway she finally arrived to her destination.
Dynasty, the only retail store in the little city of Iben that could rival the mall.
And hell.
Eden had the unfortunate lot in life to work as a visual merchandiser for that store. Her job was in essence to "decorate." At this current time it was for Christmas.
She didn't have a name tag and she was dressed head to toe in black. She spent her days scaling ladders like she was Spiderman's wife and hanging precariously from ledges that demanded tinsel,
even
so, there was always someone who had to say...
"Hi, excuse me?"
She took a deep breath. Maybe it's not me. Maybe it's not me.
"
Excuse
me?"
Dammit.
Sighing she forced herself to look down. Gosh she hated heights.
It was a mother of five, always,
always
a fucking mother, with three plus offspring trailing behind her.
"Yes?" Eden said politely.
"Would you happen to have this in a size 6?"
"...in womens?"
"Yes."
Currently Eden was decorating a very high ledge in
Mens
. Women's was downstairs. She looked at the women's children.
All boys.
She could tell from the look in their eyes that they were ill behaved. Their gazes were feral like tigers, looking for a smidge of weakness so they could get permission to fuck up all her displays and try to put the plastic popcorn kernels she had so painstakingly glued upon the Tupperware towers into their fat, greedy, puckered up....
"Well?"
Eden hadn't realized she had just been staring at her in silence. The moment shook her out of her violent train of thought. Looking down she saw one of the younger boys stared at the edge of her ladder. His big brown eyes were wide like an owls. She watched him warily.
"Um, I'm sorry...
Please get your brat away from my ladder.
"I'm not sales, so I can't help you with sale related information."
The woman took this with relative grace and proceeded to look for someone who was "not" on a ladder, to help her. She watched as her and her four boys headed off into the distance. Wait four? She thought there were...
Her heart jumped into her throat when she felt the ladder bend. She grabbed it, too shocked to scream as the ladder tipped beneath her. She froze, waiting to see which way it would fall only for it to stabilize. Panicked, she slid down the ladder as quickly as possible. When her feet touched the ground she looked around to see the boy, possibly 7, staring at her with amusement.
Amusement?
Maybe it had been the lack of concern the little boy had shown for her wellbeing, combined with her fear of falling and the fact that she hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night.
Maybe it was because her boss was a prematurely balding pervert who enjoyed watching her climb up those ladders too much for her liking. Maybe it was just because she
hated
kids. Whatever the cause, the effect was Eden Sawyer losing her mind.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU KID?"
The store seemed to halt, and all eyes snapped to the 5 foot 7 woman who was screaming down on the tiny 7 year old child.
The kid looked at her blankly, clearly not expecting repercussions for his actions.
"Are you crazy?" she shrieked.
"You could have killed me! I could have landed on my head and died! Do you know what
died,
means? Huh? Do ya?
Do ya
?"
It was then that his mother showed up. She wasn't there to witness the accident of course. All she saw was her child with tears collecting in his eyes.
And parental instinct dictated that no matter how bad the kid was, no mother would ever see that child at fault.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my child?" she said in a grave deadly tone.
"Your spawn from
Satan
knocked over my ladder. With
me
still on it."
Eden crossed her arms. "Aren't you his mother or something? Didn't you teach him better?"
"Don't you talk to me about my parenting skills..." the mother hissed in a low threatening voice.
She stepped forward, an inch or so taller than Eden. She was bigger too, thanks to a telltale mixture of childbirth and hohos, and was probably menopausal, meaning that she could probably kill Eden, if not just injure her.
Still Eden didn't care. She had at least 2 years of on and off tae-chi and a case load of unresolved authority issues.
"I am going to fucking
talk
about your awful parenting skills when your kid is knocking down people on ladders," Eden hissed, imitating her voice. "If that was my parents I would have been beat up and down that ladder for even thinking about touching it."
"Corporal punishment is against..."
"Lady, beat your kids. Especially that one. Beat his ass before he's taking pock shots at you in a teenage rage."
Flabbergasted by her frank remarks the woman lost her physical prowess and instead to be irrational.
"I'm going to talk to your manager."
Great, the pervert was going to get in on this.
"Go ahead," Eden dared. "You'll still be a crappy mother with a rotten kid."
"Go to hell!"
"I can tell you've been there. Is that where you picked up your little Genius?"
It was then that her boss showed up. The woman was true to her word, detailing the heinous way in which Eden had addressed her, how she had "Never been so disrespected in her life," and how she "wanted her promptly fired."
See, Eden wouldn't have worried about that last bit too much. They couldn't fire her. She was the only visual merchandiser that store had.