Before, After.

One.

Before

"You know those girls that get their hearts broken by assholes and suddenly they turn into a bitch? I always felt pity for those poor girls; until I became one."

Allow me to set the scene, it's a rainy summer night; somewhere on the outskirts of Cincinnati. I set at my usual seat in the front of the hair salon until I noticed a car slowly pull into the parking lot. Groaning I get up and lock the door. Technically I don't have to let anyone in. I'm just the receptionist and we shut down 15 minutes ago. I watched behind the counter as a broad man stepped out of the car and looked at his tire. Believe me, I wanted to help, but I guarantee my 4'11 frame couldn't do anything he needed help with.

Suddenly I felt my heart beat pick up as he walked to the door to the shop. I guess you could say I'm a bit of a panicky person. I always think the worst possible thing is going to happen and I'm a bit of a control freak. He stopped at the door as he and I locked eyes. Like an idiot, I just stood there. Chuckling he knocked on the glass door. God, I had to let him in didn't I..

Cautiously I walked over unlocking the door, allowing the strange man entrance into the shop. He shook his head and water went flying off his hair. When he was finished he looked down at me with a confused look.

"Aren't you a little young to be here by yourself?" He chuckled.

"I'm old enough to have my own place and a job, what can I help you with?" I spat back.

"Mm, feisty. Is that a Canadian accent I hear?" He walked past me completely ignoring my question.

"Okay, either work with me a little bit so I can help you or get out."

"Fine. Let me use your phone?" He asked.

"I don't have one and the phone here gets disconnected at ten."

He looked up at the clock seeing it at 10:30 and sighed, "Then drive me to-"

"I don't have a car, I walk to work. Why do you think I'm still setting here?"

"Well then I guess I'll just stick around until he rain lets up." He looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes.

This was the first chance I had to look at him in the light. He had raggedy sand colored hair that fell to his eyes almost, a scar setting just above his right eye, and the cutest little nose I had ever seen. His clothes were worn out as were his shoes. He had to been more than a foot taller than me, but there was something about him that screamed get away.

"Okay.."I murmured.

He smirked at me before taking a seat in the chair in front of my desk. Setting down in my chair I saw him watch my every move as if he was trying to figure me out as well. Honestly, it was a bit uncomfortable.

"You never answered my question." He spoke popping his gum.

"What question?" I asked not looking up from my magazine.

"Is that Canadian I hear?"

"Yes. I'm from Toronto." I spoke clearly.

"Nice, what's a big city girl doing down here?"

"College." I huffed.

"Do they not have colleges in Canada?"

"They do. Something about Ohio drew me in. So my dads gave me the Visa and sent me on my way."

He looked at me confused before I chuckled and spoke again.

"Yes, I said dads. I got adopted by a wonderful gay couple when I was young."

"Tell me something?" He asked leaning his elbows on the counter.

"What..?" I trailed off.

"Why are you telling a stranger, that might I add doesn't even know your name, your life story?"

It was a good question. I normally was a quiet person, but something about him made me trust him yet fear him at the same time. I felt as if even though I had just met the guy I could trust him with my life story. But obviously he didn't care or he wouldn't have brought it up.

"Sorry." I cackled.

"I like your laugh." He smiled.

"Thank you." I said awkwardly.

Suddenly we both looked to the door to see the rain had vanished within thin air. He stood up and walked to the door without another word. But just as the door was about to close with him on the opposite side he opened it again.

"Jonathan Good." He smiled.

"Nice to know." I tested as I grabbed my things.

I pushed him out the door the rest of the way before shutting and locking the door. Smiling I walked off to the direction of my house. That was until I felt myself being turned around.

"Really? Nice to know?!" He asked and I could feel some anger being pushed out.

"Yes, really." I said trying to break free from his grip.

He scowled at me before pushing me hard on the ground and walking away. I stood up, brushing my self off before beginning my walk.

"So much for playing hard to get.." I mumbled to myself.

-

The next day I had off and I couldn't help but think about Jonathan. Maybe because of the fact he left a bruise on my arm and leg, or maybe the fact that he acted so weird towards me. Who knows. So I decided on my day off I would just hang around my house, my clean up a little bit. But the sound of the doorbell caught me off guard.

Opening my front door no one stood there, just a bag setting on my front porch. Cautiously picking it up I looked inside. A bottle of maple syrup was what I pulled out. Placing it back in the bag I turned around and walked back inside.

Shaking my head I laid the bag on the coffee cable. Who in the hell would send me syrup?! Looking to my kitchen I saw smoke and immediately though it was a fire. Running in there I was met with Jonathan casually smoking a cigarette while he lent against my cabinet.

"How'd you get in here?" I press a little freaked out.

"That doesn't matter Crystal. Can I call you Crys? What really matter is the fact that you really pissed me off last night." He exhaled smoke, "I had high hopes for you. I mean just looking at you I can tell you're a virgin. I wanted to be the one to pop that little cherry and show you what a man can do. But alas, you had to run your mouth."

He threw the cigarette in my sink and walked closer to me. I felt the lump in my throat get bigger as he trapped me between his self and the table.

"You know I was pretty pissed off for the first couple hours, like enough where I really wanted to hurt you. Then I thought maybe, just maybe you wanted me too. Coming over here I thought maybe I could be civil about this and apologize for leaving that nasty ass bruise on you, but seeing the fear in your eyes makes me only want you more Crys."

Before I knew it he pushed his lips on mine harshly. It was very uncomfortable. Not only was this my first kiss but it was with a psycho, how amazing for me. As he brought his lips off mine he moved to my neck, first licking making me squirm uncomfortably, then biting, hard! I feel to the floor as he let me go. Instantly grabbing my neck I knew I had to have been bleeding.

I looked up at him while tears slipped from my eyes.

"I'll be seeing you." He smirked before spitting on my floor.

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