Annabelle
And there goes another shift.
I hate being a waitress. Acting all sweet and happy, pretending like you care if someones food is too spicy or too sweet. Constantly being stared at because of the stupid fucking uniform. A mini red skirt with a black lace top that could be easily mistaken for a bra. And the small apron on top that doesn't cover shit. Quite an outfit for a waitress huh?
Thats what you get when you become a one in a restaurant thats located next to a bar/club. Which might I add, is 50% old men. The other 50 are the normal ones. If anyone is normal at this point
I fish my keys out of my bag. Heading towards my car. It's midnight. Shift ends at 11 pm but by the time I cleanup and wipe the tables, broom, dishes, we reach midnight.
Finally getting to my car. I press the open button on my key and get inside dropping my bag inside the passenger seat before I hear my name being called.
''Mary come join us!'' The familiar voice coming from behind me. I know that voice. Jenny.
Jenny is a coworker. She's gorgeous. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs. Not only does Jenny have the looks. She also has the personality. She's kind and funny. Caring and nice.
All the things I'm not.
Maybe I'll sleep with her.
''I'd rather not Beth I'm tired and it's getting late. Maybe another night'' I say.
I know she won't let it go. She's stubborn. More than me if thats possible. She wants everyone included. No one left out. Wether you're tired or full of energy. You're not missing anything with her.
''Oh come on. Just one drink. It'll loosen you up a bit. You seem tense. Maybe you'll meet some cute guy in there...or girl we never know. '' she winks at me. Fuck she's good at convincing people. I tried many times saying no in a respectful way but that doesn't work.
''Alright fine. One drink. In and out. I need to get home '' I agree. This makes her jump up and down and pull me into a tight hug.
Now I can't breathe.
''Okay umm Beth...I cant breathe'' she's loosens her arms and catches my hand in hers, rushing me into the bar. The security guard at the entrance knows us since we've been here a couple times. He send us a nod and we enter the bar.
As usual, I'm met with the same smell of sweat and alcohol and the loud music blaring through the speaker with many flashing lights.
Is everyone deaf here or do I have super hearing.
Definitely second option.
Jenny orders us our drinks. She's lightweight so it's not very strong. I'm the complete opposite. I need something strong. I cant do the sweet strawberry shit.
''Hi we'll just get 2 vodka sodas-'' I cut her off
''1 vodka soda and 6 shots of tequila please'' I demand
Jenny stares a me with wide eyes before opening her mouth ''I thought you said one drink''.
''Minds change'' I reply
I haven't had a drink in 2 weeks. This ones needed. Work was draining and I kept doubting myself over the small things. Every mistakes, evere misteps, everything.
I need a break
This is my break
Drinks arrived. I took em. A bit quickly so i might just end up tipsy if not drunk. I was used to alcohol. I'm definetly not lighweight. I drink, but not to the point were I would constantly need a drink every second of the say but enough to get me trough the weeks.
A good 20 minutes passes by, which consisted of me looking around and judging everyone and waiting for the effect of the shots. I do it a lot. The judging people thing. It's fine. They probably judge me more than I judge them.
I mean come on. When you see someone with a scar over their left eye you'd judge them no? Wonder what happened, or how it happened.
''Scarface''
Ah
One of the many nicknames you get
I turn around seeing Tyler behind me with smirk plastered across his face.
Tyler is my ex. I caught him cheating about 1 year into the relationship. He was the first I got involved with since highschool . I tried not being too clingy or dramatic or needy but my smallest bit of actions seemed to piss him off. He wasn't a good one I'll tell you that. Constantly yelling at me or calling me names by the outfits I wore.
It's weird, I broke up with him after he cheated which I thought would show clearly that I didn't want to be around anymore him anymore but he just can't leave me alone.
''Taylor'' I respond saying his name a bit differently knowing it spites him
''It's Tyler, we've been over this Scarface.''
''It's Mary, Taylor.'' I say him
''Listen little shit-'' he grips my arm bringing his face close to mine. ''-just because we're not together anymore doesn't mean I still dont have power over you. You're still the clingy, ugly, depressed bitch who can't seem to have her life together because shes too worried about herself.'' he grits out.
Tyler is scary. I was in fear whenever he was present around me and I tried my very best to not show but I miserably failed all the time.
I rip my arm out of his grip and turned around walking away, praying to god he leaves me alone.
I try to make my way through the dance floor to find the exit but my arm was once again grabbed by a strong hold.
What is is with arms today
"Tyler let go-" I couldnt get a chance to finish my sentence when the hand started dragging me towards the opposite direction of my desired destination.
The many bodies surrounding us blocked my view to get a good look at the man. He's not Tyler I can say that much. Sure Tyler was a big man but not as big as this one. His hold on my arm was strong. So strong it could almost form a bruise on my sensitive skin. Sooner rather than later I'm being pushed against a wall. Hard.
ow
Mystery man has both hands on my upper arm now looking down at me.
I meet his eyes.
Faint beard. Hazel eyes. Long dark, brown, kinda messy hair. Thick eyebrows. 6'5 at least. He's wearing a suit. Nice suit. Oh he smells good.
Wait
My brows furrow.
I've seen this man before...
Those same fucking hazel eyes I haven't seen in years are in front of me.
''Seems like we have a problem now don't we...Belle''
Elijah motherfucking Miller
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Alright there's the first one. How do we feel? Cus idk what I'm feeling