Our Collision

Aubre POV: Meeting jake

As usual I got hardly any sleep, my father came home at 2am shouting and stomping through the tiny flat we lived in coming into my room and waking me up just as I was about to get into a deep sleep. He kept shouting how much of a disappointment I am and how i don't do anything for him and how he wishes I was dead and my mother was alive. This hurts me to hear because as much as I know that some part of my dad loves me it's hard to acknowledge that when he tells you he wishes u were dead. I could smell his liquor coated breath from across the room. I knew not to say anything to him when he is like this because all that would do is anger him. I already have enough scars on my body to know this by now.

Normally he only shouts or hits me or throws things at me for about 30 minutes then leaves and passes out on the couch. He then sleeps all day wakes up around 7pm and goes to the pub across the street until 2am and the cycle begins again.

Seeing as my father spends all his money on booze from the pub I have to work long shifts at the cafe I work at. Don't get me wrong I'm grateful that I have a job that pays enough for the rent on the flat the bills and the food but sometimes I just wish I could be a normal 16 year old girl. Go to high school, go to parties, have loads of friends, you know the typical stuff a teenager would do, instead I look after my alcoholic father who abuses me every day and I work my ass off without a break.

My shifts at the Magic cafe start at 9am and finish at 11pm. We get a 15 minute break 11:00am-11:15am then a 1 hour lunch break 1pm-2pm then a 15 minute break 5:15pm-5:30pm then another 15 minute break 9:15pm-9:30pm

I work everyday accept for a Sunday which sounds like a lot but it is fairly easy when u get the hang of it. There are two people that I work with one is named alessia she's 19 and trying to pay her way through college. Then there's Dave who's wife just had a baby so he quit to spend more time with them at home but apparently Daves replacement is starting today. All I know is his name is Jake he is the same age as me 16 and he has no experience working in a cafe so he is going to have to follow and watch me for a few days until he gets the hang of it.

Whenever there is a new person working at the cafe I teach them how to do it because I've been working in this same cafe since I was 14 and I'm nearly 17 now so quite a while. The owner of the cafe Pam caught me trying to steal a muffin because I hadn't eating anything in 2 days because my dad decided to just not come home for 2 days . I told her about my father and my living situation and how sorry I was and she hired me on the spot and I've been working here ever since.

I get my shoes and my coat from my bedroom and put them both on. I go and get my keys and lock the flat as I walk out. The neighbourhood I live in is very rough you can't leave anything unattended to even for a secound. I make sure to put my keys safely in my bag and start the 15 minute walk to Pams cafe.

My whole body is aching by the time I get there probably because i didn't get much sleep but that's nothing coffee can't fix. It's a good job I work in a cafe I thought to myself as I walk through the small cafe doors.

As I walk in the smells of freshly baked muffins and brewed coffee fill my nostrils. I walk over to the back room to put on my apron and get to work. When I get there a blonde haired blue eyed boy is say on the bench near where the aprons hang reading a book. From the corner of my eye I spot the name of the book TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD.

That was the last book my mother got me before she passed away. Growing up I wasn't interested in video games or playing outside but from a young age I knew one thing I loved to read.

I looked up at the blonde haired boy and said " That's a good book you've got there" he quickly replied. " I know I've read it a hundred times, by the way my names Jake, Jake Santiago"