Gone

HBD

10/4/2016

                                                  HBD

Bria:

I held my pencil in between my lips staring down at the picture before me. Eyes that melt my heart stared back at me. My intentions were to draw nature instead my hands drew Mecca. I can't get him out of my mind but I know I have to, that's how you move on. Ripping it out of my sketch pad I ripped it up and tried to start again. I wanted to cry, because he thinks I'm a home wreaking whore. He thinks i'm the reason my mom killed Greg, maybe I am. For years i did nothing but try and survive that house of pain. No matter how many times I tried to please her it was never enough and no matter how many times I begged him to stop he just took what he wanted. I was so tired of fighting them I just gave in, let mom beat me and Greg fuck me. I let out as little laugh, I'm so fucked up. 

"What you drawing?" Josh came out on the patio with his sketch pad. 

I looked down at another pair of Mecca's eyes. "Eyes." I closed my sketch pad. "What's up with you?" 

"I need help. My job needs a new bottle design and I can't seem to come up with anything." He sat down next to me and I looked over his designs.

It was for Mecca's wine collection. "Have you ever thought about giving your bottles a curve figure Like a women's body?" I took his pad and started sketching away. He sat quietly as i worked my fingers shaping the bottle to resemble a sexual figure, when I was finished he took it from and smiled. 

"This is perfect, wait until I show Mecca what my little sister drew." He said with pride. 

I shook my head. "No, you tell him you did it." Cause if he finds out I did he will reject it. 

"You know dad planned a BBQ tomorrow for your birthday? He invited the whole family." Josh kept starring at the drawing 

I rolled my eyes, that man. "Okay, thanks for the heads up. I gotta get ready for work see ya later." I left him outside and ran upstairs to get dress. 

I ran to the register to clock in with one minute to spare as my boss looked down at his watch. Damn this man takes his job serious, I mean dude it's just Starbucks. Putting on my apron I took my first customer's order and started my day, this is going to be a long eight hours. 

"I heard your birthday's tomorrow?" Staci my co-worker said brewing some coffee. 

"Yes, how did you find out?" 

"All of birthdays are written down on the calendar in the back. So what do you have planned?' 

I shrugged my shoulder's "Nothing." 

"Well now you have plans, were taking you out." She motioned to the rest of the crew working. 

"No." 

"Yes, I'll be at your house at eight to pick you up." Stephen said walking towards me.

I bit my bottom lip to think it over, maybe I should go out and have some fun. "Okay." 

I can down stairs the next morning to the sight of food all on the kitchen counter. The grill was going and pots were steaming on the stove. My Daddy was really going all out for my birthday. The door bell rang and I raced to get it, Aunt Janice engulfed me into a hug rocking me side to side. At one point in time her and my mother used to be close. "My God look at you?" She pulled me in for another hug.