"Mysterious." She smirks. "Now if that's all you need you may go." Riley goes to walk past me, but instead I grab her forearm, pulling her towards me as she gaps.
We both stand, neither of us moving. I still hold her with my hand. Our arms are brus...
My night was filled with restless sleep. I woke up with sweat stuck to my forehead, making my hair stick to my forehead, damp. The nightmares came as I tried to just get some sleep after my long shift at the restaurant yesterday,
But my dream interruptions will only cause me one hell of a shift this morning. Even when I think that I'm in the clear and have finally gotten away, he comes and interrupts my one moment of peace, my time of silence when I seem to be at my most vulnerable.
When will enough truly be enough? Has that man not made me suffer enough? Has the bruises and broken bones not been enough for you that you had to invade my unconscious mind as well?
Let's just say I had a slow start to my morning. Everything was taking me longer as my brain seemed to be fazed out, returning to the thoughts of the nightmares. It made me jumpy and anxious to think about.
I know that I should probably talk to someone about everything, but that's just not how I am. It is never how I have proceeded things. I keep to myself and I don't rely on anyone else. Some might call it isolating, but when that is really all you have ever known it isn't isolating, it's your life.
My mind can't seem to stop replaying the nightmare in front of me. It's as if my vision leaves me and is replaced with the nightmare, replaying over and over. A fist coming towards me repeatedly, never stopping.
I shut my eyes tight and take a deep breath hoping to break the cycle that keeps replaying. I just want it to be over and done with, but the scars that he left behind have another plan for me it seems.
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The restaurant is empty and silent as I open the backdoor. The lights are all turned off as I fumble my way into the door trying to find the light switch. I decided to head to work early since I didn't have much else to do and I didn't want to just sit at home with my head a mess for another hour.
I finally find the light switch as I flip it and watch the kitchen illuminate with the bright LEDs that shine off all the metal surfaces. Taking a few steps forward I place my things on of the many counters that fill the room.
Turning to the side I open one of the fridges and see some orange juice on the shelf. My stomach growls below me so I see it as a sign. Reaching in, I grab the OJ and close the door. Turning back towards the table a person on the other side of the kitchen startles me.
My hand clamps down on the juice and a scream projects from my lips. Untensing my body, I stand up straight and take my hand to my chest. "Jesus, you scared me half to death."
Looking back to him a smirk places itself on his lips as he leans against the door frame. His arms crossed over each other and his head tilted to the side as if he was observing.
"Laugh it up mister. I'll tell ya karma is a real bitch." I say shrugging.
Looking up to him through my lashes I see no reaction as he stays there unmoving. I don't like the eyes on me as I walk to a cabinet and pour some juice in a glass, then I put the container back in the fridge.
