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I immediately blushed at his comment. This is already violating code and I was in no way comfortable with it. Mike wasn't joking. This guy's a creep.
"What? Speechless from my good looks?" He chuckled.
God even his voice pissed me off. He wasn't wrong though, despite his horrific personality, he had charming looks and the facial features of a god. Slim nose, sharp jaw, rounded yet defined and pointed eyes. Oh, his eyes. Oh god, his eyes, they were white, just white, no pupil, anything.
"N-No," I stuttered out. It wasn't convincing "I was just surprised you had the balls to say that."
"I have the balls the say a lot of things," he laughed. "Now get up rookie. We've got customers at nine."
I was shocked at how fast his mood changed. I shook off my surprise and got stationed. After that, the day had gone by quickly but I couldn't get him off my mind. Every so often we would cross paths and he would whisper something flirty or cringey but I just ignored it and kept walking. This, however, seemed to make him more adamant about grabbing my attention. As the day went further into the afternoon his comments would get more and more risque. However, I successfully ignored his comments all day.
As the day came to a close and we kicked the remaining families out of the restaurant, I couldn't get him off of my mind. I didn't enjoy his company by any means, but there was something about him that just rubbed me the wrong way. Not just his perverted attitude or strange coloration. But rather the seriously suspicious things he wouldn't show. He was keeping something, I could tell. I just didn't know what.
Once the day came to a close I lazily stumbled out to my car, threw myself into the driver's seat, and nearly collapsed. I was exhausted. I liked kids, but that was just too many. This was going to take some getting used to.
I stuck my keys into the side of the steering wheel and backed out of the parking lot. As I took my 10-minute drive home I couldn't help but think how pathetic I looked if I had a boyfriend. Living with my parents at 20? I just couldn't get a job due to back problems I had obtained in a car crash when I was 17, I had just overcome them and got out of physical therapy a year ago. I didn't have the money to move out. But no one would believe that. No one would believe I had abusive parents either, they always made us seem like the perfect family when people were around, but that couldn't be any less true. We were a mess ever since my grandfather died. He was the glue to our family.
Why was I even thinking about having a boyfriend? I wasn't even interested in anyone. Hell, I nearly knew anyone outside of work. I had been doing online schooling the last two years of high school and as a result, didn't meet many new people. I was too nervous to. I'll it, it'd be nice to have one again, but I didn't even know how to date. The last boyfriend I had was in my Freshman year where we just got stoned together as a 'date'. He was pretty emotionally manipulative too. Not really much of a relationship if you ask me. I never even loved him. Just thought he was cute and strong.
I jolted out of my train of thought as I noticed I was approaching my house. I frantically glanced at the time, noticing I took the long route.
I was late.
Dread washed over me. I was terrified. I grabbed my keys and bag and ran into the house. I crept up to the door and shakily stuck the key into the locked, creaking open the door. No one was home. Thank God. I couldn't help but think.
I quickly locked the door and ran upstairs to my room. I was not trying to get caught. I threw my bag against the wall and opened the bag. I pull out my clothes and tossed them into my dirty clothes hamper. I grabbed a large teeshirt, undressed, and put on the large black shirt. Just as I flopped onto my bed I realized the flaw in my logic. My parents were always home, which means they're getting drunk or buying alcohol.
My heart dropped to my stomach. I began to cry, knowing what was to come once my parents got home. I slowly drifted off to sleep as I attempted to calm myself down.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
I jolted awake. That was my door.
My dad was yelling.
"Open this goddamned door right now or so help me god I will break it down!"
I quickly stumbled out of bed, ran to the door, and tried to turn the handle to no avail. It's locked. Oh no. I must've locked it in my frantic run upstairs. I was dead meat. My parents told me to never lock my door because that's what people do when they're hiding something. The only time I could lock a door was when I was getting changed or in the bathroom.
I shakily opened the door.
"Dad I'm so sorry, I didn't realize. I forgot to unlock it when-"
"ENOUGH!" He slurred out.
I was promptly shoved into my room, being thrown to the right side of the door, toward my nightstand. I attempted to catch myself but it just resulted in me hitting my head. Ouch. That's going to bruise.
"Only little whores try to hide things. There are no boys in there are there?"
"N-No, sir."
"If I hear a peep from you the rest of the night I'm coming up here and you'll have hell to pay."
"Yes sir," I sobbed.
He stumbled out of the room as I silently cried. I crawled into bed, grabbed my sketchbook from the nightstand, and drew the rest of the night.
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