The unbroken ones

Three|Fired

Authors note: hello people! I am not tired anymore so here is one more chapter;)

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(Four months into the story)

"What are you doing here?" I asked.  My hair was a little messy from the chaotic situation we were in earlier. He stood in the door way looking at me.

The blood from earlier was still on his white dress shirt, his silver chain was in his hand. His lip was a little bruised and his eye was forming it's color to light blue. But still he managed to look handsome. His curls were a little wet from the rain.

"I regret many things" he said while leaning against the doorframe. I looked at him confused, my eyebrows connecting and my lips in a thin line. "I didn't want to get played again so I stopped letting people in. I stopped getting love and affection from the people who loved me, because I, pushed them away" he slowly made his way to me.

I was standing by the big window. The light was off but I could still see him due to the moonlight that came through the curtains. "What do you mean? Look, you are hurt let's get you to the doctor. He is probably downstairs checking on the others" I sighed, I could feel a little blood sliding down my temple.

He didn't stop he came, made his way slowly to me. "Listen, you are hurt and you need sleep. Please get checked, okay?" I asked with confidence ,but he just stared at me. He came up to me and took my hands in his. His eyes were watering and a sad face was made. His tears made my heart break, but he thought I was someone I wasn't.

"I thought I was going to lose you tonight" he whispered. "It doesn't matter if I die or live, what's important is that that you and the others-.." he didn't let me finish the sentence.

"No! Why would you say that? You nearly died tonight and all you care about is how the others are holding up?" He asked all coming out as a whisper. His hands left mine. He took his right hand and tried to take away the dripping blood from my temple.

"I..l" this time I interrupted him. "No, you are broken and you want someone to comfort you so I am here for you. But you see me as the girl who broke your heart, you think I am her,  the positive side of her. I can be there for you, but stop caring for me! Stop thinking that I am her, I am feeling used. I don't care about myself alive or dead so please don't" I said, a sad face was on the man's face.

"I am just caring for you, I can't lose you" he said still holding my hands. "I already lost myself years ago." I answered him. His eyes were full of tears but my face was dead. He came closer and cupped my jaw with his big hands gently. I took my hands on his, as a allowance.

"I am sorry" I said his tears never stopped coming. His lips forced a sad smile up and I leaned closer. His lips touched with mine, gently and soft. My thumbs were drawing circles on the back of his hand. His soft lips were moving slowly with mine, it was like he was scared of letting me go. His hands were slowly making their way down to my hips pulling me closer. I pulled back and leaned in, our noses touching . I held around his neck, we stood there for what felt like forever.

Who thought my normal life could flip upside down this fast?

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(The present)

was late, really late. I walked into the coffee shop, it was a cozy little shop.

There were couches everywhere in different colors. With couches there were small white tables and a long chandelier hanging for the ceiling. I didn't understand the style but it looked cozy with all of the pillows at the couches. I went into the staff room. Mia was standing there lightning up a cigarette. Mia was a old lady probably in her fourths. She was scary and you really didn't want to get her mad. "Look at the clock" she said bitterly.

She took some sips from her cigarette and looked down at her watch. The grey air leaving her little mouth. Her lips were crusty, like she never drank water. "I know, I am really sorry there was this crowd.." I tried explaining to her what happened but she cut of my sentence. "I don't care, this is the hundred time Rosabel. You are late every single time. I am sorry but I am going to fire you. I need people who can get on time and to their job, not idiots that can't the fucking time" she said while looking at me angry.

My hand curled up in a fist. "Please Mia, I really need this job you know my situation" I whispered to her in hope that she will change her mind. "No, you are fired Rosabel. Now get out" she said strictly and looked down at her phone. She threw away the cigarette and went out. The cigarette gave it last spark, and died. I wanted to cry, what am I going to do now? How am I supposed to help my dad now that I don't have a job?

The house rent and my saving up for college. I walked out of the staff room and glanced around the place for the last time. I looked out of the windows, it was raining. Stupid Rose, I didn't even bring a umbrella. I took out my headphone and plugged them into my phone and played my sad playlist. The sky was pink and blue.

New York was busy like always.  I looked down at my phone, one missed call from dad. I ignored it and looked at the time, 17:55. What am I going to tell dad? Tears were coming out of my eyes slowly going down, my dry cheek. I looked down at my shoes  and went back home.

Our house was little, it was brown and had a little beautiful garden. Some flowers were growing slowly, roses. I went up to the door and took out my key and went inside. Dad sat in the living room, looking tried. In front of him was a white letter and a cup of coffee.

The coffee must be cold, it didn't look like dad had touched it. He was starring at the white letter, like he was getting hypnotized. I took of my shoes and headphones. My shoes was soaked in water. I went to dad and took up the white letter. "Rose, don't" dad whispered. I Ignored it and started reading. More tears were coming out of my eyes. No, no, no, no, no, no not this too.

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