Mysterious Girl [13]

Chris

This mysterious girl was cleaning my cuts. I don't know why she is doing this, but I was so embarrassed to look at her.

I got pulled out of my thoughts when she handed me a bottle of water. I don't know how she knew I was thirsty, but I was not complaining.

I finally lifted my gaze to look at her. When our eyes locked, I recognised the person in front of me.

"Sara!" I almost whispered in shock. My voice was still raspy from all the crying, but she looked as surprised as me.

"Chris," she said, not trying to hide the fear in her voice.

Without another word, she turned around and tried to go, but I grabbed her hand and turned her back. Gently, of course, I learned my lesson last time.

She yanked her hand from my grip. "Don't you dare touch me again, Chris! I won't handle it as great as last time, " she threatened. She fakes confidence so well. Everyone believes it, but I can see right through her. She is so much like

"Okay, okay, I'm not gonna do anything, I just wanted to thank you," I replied, taking a step to show that I meant no threat.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I said, pointing at my hand.

"It is none of your business," she said, glaring at me.

At least she isn't asking why I was panicking.

And with that, she walked away.

#next day#

We were hanging in Adam's house playing video games.

"Man, did you hear what happened, Adam?" Asher exclaimed happily. "No, what happened?" Adam asked, getting interested.

"Chris joined the club. He gave Sara a bruise," Asher said, patting my back. "Really! Damn bro" Adam said, holding his hand out for me to fist bump.

That angered me. Are they that happy that I hitted a girl. They should be lecturing me and telling me how ridiculous I was for doing that, but instead, they are happy!

" I didn't mean to, and I'm not proud of it," I stated. "Why, though, you should. She is annoying. You should be proud, " Adam said.

"That's not me, guys. I don't hit girls! And she is not annoying!" I spitted. "We don't know what her life is like, and we were messing with her from day one!" I said I was mad at them.why can't they just leave her alone I hate messing with girls.

I know you guys probably think I'm doing this because she helped me yesterday, but no, I was and will always stay against hitting women.

You see, my father is a lawyer, and his major is abuse. Most of his cases are about women abuse. And he made sure to teach us how to be respectful towards women. And if he knew what I did, he would be so disappointed in me. Not gonna lie. I'm also disappointed in myself.

"What can her life be like? She is just a spoiled girl who is used to getting anything she wants due to daddy's money, " Alex said.

"If her life is that perfect, why is she working at my dad's cafe." I said .

Yes it was my dad cafe but we decided not to tell her. We'll I decided and ordered the guys.

"She is probably there for the 'experience'. I saw something like that on Instagram. Rich girls apply for jobs so they can experience the feeling or something like that." Alex said.

"Anyways, guys, let's just let her be and not bother unless she does first," I suggested.

"No promises bro" Adam said before returning to his game.

Suddenly Asher phone rang and his gesture changed. That means business.

Asher answered and started talking in Italian.

"Che cosa?" He asked, annoyed

[What?] Translation.

"l'hai trovato!" He said, standing up.

[You found him] translation.

"Okay, sarò lì tra un minuto. Voglio che respiri, " he said with a blank face.

[ Okaywill be there in a minute. I want him breathing] translation.

He ended the call and looked at us. They found him

Sara

I was at the cafe, and I am working a night shift today. I was walking pretty slowly, and every breath hurt like hell.

Yesterday's beating was something else. Every inch in my body had a bruise, and the pain in my back was unbearable. If it wasn't for the painkillers, I wouldn't be standing right now.

* Flashback of yesterday *

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE

I was at the door of the house already feeling the panic settling in my head. I was late, and I know it.

I twisted the door handle open and entered the house as quietly as possible, hoping he was knocked out somewhere and would not notice that I'm late.

"Sara! Come here!" He screamed from the living room.

Of course he is here.

I walked to the living room, not even trying to go upstairs. I knew he would catch me anyways so I spared myself the hustle.

"Yes, Dad," I said, standing in front of him.

I could smell the alcohol in his breath he looked so wasted, and that doesn't mean something good.

He slapped me, and I fell to the ground. I refused to cry in front of him. I just stayed there avoiding eye contact.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that! I'm not your dad, brat." he spitted while kicking my ribs.

"Oh, you are acting tough now. You aren't going to cry, huh?"He said, chuckling. No, I'm not giving him the satisfaction he wants.

"Take off your shirt, Sara,"he said, smirking.

What is he nuts? Well, he is, but still!

"What?" I managed to say through gritted teeth.

"Did I stutter, or are you just deaf? He said, "Take off your stupid shirt!" He screamed.

I stood up slowly and took off my sweatshirt. Thank god I was wearing a top under it.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, and I obeyed.

He took his belt out from his trousers and raised it above his head. I quickly lifted my hand to the air, shielding my face it was like a reflex. He bringed it down to my back, and pain seared through my back.

He started whipping me everywhere except my face. He knew I couldn't hide that.

Silent tears started streaming down my face.

"Not so tough after all, huh?" He said, smirking proud with his accomplishments.

He continued until my body became numb. I could see the pool of blood forming under me.

After some minutes, the darkness started consuming me.

"Why do you hate me that much, dad?"

That was the last thing I thought of before the darkness consumed me.

*End of flashback*

I woke and found out that I missed the morning shift, so I called and told her I would work a night shift to make for it. And thankfully, she agreed.

I cleaned my wounds, and here we are now.

I'm serving people while barely breathing, yay! Please point the sarcasm.

I was practically limping.

Thankfully, my shift was about to end, and I could go home and rest.

But for some reason, I couldn't get Chris image out of my mind he looked dso drained. Why don't his friends help him?

He doesn't like them that much. He is the type of person that you would love to be friends with. He looks and acts so mature. I wish I had a friend like that.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the door rang and took my notepad from my apron pocket. And went to the new customers and handed them the menus and waited for them to give me their orders.

They were a couple they looked like they were in their early twenties.  They were actually adorable he holded the door for her. He pulled the chair for her and let's her order first. They look to each other with so much love, you can see it from a mile away.

I took their orders and gave it to the kitchen. When their orders were ready, I handed it to them. They muttered their thank you's and continued with their conversation.

There were like 20 minutes for my shift to end, when the bell rang again, revealing Chris, Adam, and Asher. And they looked like shit.

And for a second, I forgot who they were, what they did to me, and just went to them.

"Oh my god! What happened to you guys?" I said, rushing to them. "Non of your f***ing business!" Asher spitted. That sentence brought me back to reality.

He is right..

What was I even thinking. They were mad, and I wad just fueling them up more.

How stupid can I be.

'Too stupid'  thanks my intrusive thoughts.

"You're right. My apologies. What can I get for you, gentlemen, today? " I asked in talking my notepad out of my apron front pocket.

"The usual dummy," said Alex.

Well, I'm sorry, but I don't know your usual , I started working here yesterday.

" Well, I'm sorry, but I'm new, and I don't know your usuals," I said with a smile.

"Can you tell me your usuals, and I will make sure I remember them next time." I continued.

"Whatever, one oreo milkshake, one strawberry milkshake and one chocolate milkshake and a chocolate chip cookie" he stated.

I wrote down there orders and gave it to the kitchen.

I took my phone out and looked at the clock. My shift just ended. I went to the back removed my apron. And told Sara about the resuming orders and headed to the door.

"Sara" someone called.

I turned back to see Chris.

Ugh what does he want?

"Yes Chris" I said with all the boredom in the world.

"I just wanted to say thank you"he said with a small smile.

What is he thanking me for? I didn't give them there orders.

"For what?" I asked confused.

"For you know, yesterday" he trailed looking embarrassed.

"Yeah no problem don't worry I won't tell anyone" I reassured him.

This is the only reason he is talking to me. Firstly, it is non of my business to tell anyone. Secondly, they will probably make me regret it if a say anything. And finally I have no friends to tell.

I turned around to walk away but he stopped me.

"Aren't you going to ask why I was having a panic attack?" He asked confused .

"Look I don't like getting in people business but if you want to tell someone or you want to talk to someone I'll be there" I said. I don't know why I said that but it just came out. And I don't regret it.

Suddenly all his facial expressions changed and he turned me around.

"Sara what is this blood on your back?" He asked concerned.

Oh no the bandages must of got loose.

This can't happen!

Authors note:

Haha a cliffhanger. Please don't hate me guys. Anyways what are your thoughts on this chapter.

And I decided in putting a schedule. I will post twice a week minimum.

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