Unforgettable

Chapter 2

"Guys, it's not nice to scare a girl at 10 pm at night" I stuttered, still backed up against the wall.

Harry looked to the still not named boy. "Now look, you've scared the poor thing" 

"I didn't mean to" The black haired boy looked at me. "My name is Ace" 

"I don't mean t-" I was cut off when my phone started ringing, i picked it up not looking at the caller id but instead at Ace and Harry. "Hello?" I asked.

"Where are you?!" It was my father. "You were meant to be home 10 minutes ago!" He yelled with anger.

"Sorry, i had to do some things, i'm on my way" I said in a calm tone.

"You damn right better be" He scolded then hung up the phone.

 "I'm not sure if it was nice meeting you" I said putting my phone back slowly. "But i'm going to go now" I said slowly getting off the wall. They stood not far from me but it was far enough for me to walk away without being touched.

When i turned around and started walking back home i was pulled back and forced to turn around again. "Hey" Ace said softly, his arm still on my shoulder. "We'll be in touch" He looked at my neck where my birthmark was. "Stay safe"

Still a bit creeped out about what happened earlier i nodded my head, turned around and briskly walked away, not turning back. I got home and managed to not get thrown to the ground. Sad thing was when i walked through the door my father immediately started cussing at me and slapped me across the face. The impact didn't surprise me, it's happened before so all i did was hold my cheek gingerly and look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Why do you want me home?" I asked.

"They need a waitress at our little party" He looked at his watch. "That starts in an hour by the way" He shouted the last part.

"Who has a party at this time of the night? and why do they need a waitress?!" I yelled back not afraid of him.

"That's none of your business" He said. I rolled my eyes and walked up to my room to get changed.

"Wear something nice! And cover that mark!" My father yelled up to me. All he has been doing is yell at me, i was entirely sick of it.

"Why would i need to wear something nice, i'm being a bloody waitress for godsake!" I complained

"I don't care, there will be important people there"

I decided i'd actually wear something nice, just so i wouldn't annoy  my father tonight since i didn't want another beating. I put on a three quarter sleeve knit circle dress that was a creme colour and it reached mid thigh. I put on my long chained key necklace that my mother owned and touched up some makeup, tonight was a party? i was going to have fun. I fumbled around my wardrobe till i found my grey suede lace up ankle boots. I looked at myself in the mirror then walked out.

"That dress is a bit short" My father commented harshly when he saw me.

"There's going to be old hag's like you, does it matter?" I spat back. I moved my hair to one side so i could brush it.

"Don't forget to cover that mark" He pointed to where it was. He walked outside coat in hand and got in his car. I hopped in a while after and he drove to wherever this party was going to be held.

"Hello Ian" A guy around fifty shook my fathers hand. "Nice to see you again"

"Same to you Charles" My father replied in the same friendly tone. So with his friends and only his friends is he nice? Glad to know i'm loved, oh wait i'm not.