Evelyn's pov:
Damn that bastard. He always does this the sick fuck. Sometimes he makes me wonder where my life would be right now if I hadn't chased him that day.
I wouldn't have but I wanted revenge. After all, the cunt killed Alex. Alex was amazing, he'd never hurt a fly yet where is he now? 6ft under the fucking ground. Its been 3 years now but its all I can fucking think of. Its my only goal.
It's a good job I ride my bike here though, a motorbike is faster than a bus. Also, with all this blood can you imagine the bus driver's face?
Seriously though, I need to focus. My boss is looking for any excuse to fire me and I can NOT let that asshole make me lose my job. Granted its only a coffee shop but it pays my rent doesn't it?
I need to patch these wounds ASAP.
Here we go.. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry... Owwwww
There's the tears. Why do I cry every fucking time? Surely I should be used to the weekly fucking occurance by now but nope, the antiseptic still stings like a bitch.
The next day at the coffee shop, I purposely got there five minutes early which very clearly pissed the boss off. I don't even know why he hates me.
I like working here though, I know every customer that comes through the doors because the shop is so niche. I wouldn't change it for the world. All of the people here are so nice to me, it helps to ease the loneliness.
Everyone is great except the one newcomer who just barged through the door. Strange? I've never seen him before. He storms over to the counter and demands a coffee without giving be so much as a glance, never mind a please or thank you. I swear his voice is familiar. Maybe he's been like once before but I seriously don't recognise him.
He grabs his coffee, sneers at me and storms off.
Rude.