Two Days in Hell

Chapter 1

     My alarm blared in my right ear, and I reached up to slam the snooze. Today was going to be just the same as yesterday, and the day before that, so why not savor my sleep. Thirty minutes later, my alarm sounded once more, and I immediately sprang up, realizing I was late. 
     I padded across my bedroom, and crashed through my bathroom door. Stripping off my clothes, I quickly turned on my shower and climbed in, disregarding the piercing cold water against my back. I was out of the shower before the water warmed up, and I ruffled my long, blonde hair through a towel. I glanced at the clock on my wall and swore loudly, realizing I had only 5 minutes. 
     "Screw it." I said, the empty townhome echoing the words back at me. I shoved on my work clothes, and threw up my hair.
     My shoes rested quietly on the floor, while I clambered out of my room, before I raced back to snatch them. Totally ignoring breakfast, I grabbed my keys and raced out the door.
     Climbing into my small car, I quickly backed out of the driveway and managed to hit a fence in the process.
     "Of course it had to be now!" I yelled, thoroughly frustrated. I mentally noted that after work I'd go apologize to my neighbors. 
     As I zipped through the busy streets of a fresh New York morning, my mind was bustling with activity. Mostly about how angry my aunt will be if I'm late to work again. 
     Soon enough I pulled into the parking lot of my family owned cafe, and parked quietly. I climbed out and there was a small scuttle by my feet. I heard a small shriek and looked down, quick enough to see something red dash through the bushes. I thought nothing of if, and walked towards the cafe. I quite liked working there, the aesthetic was pleasing to the eye, and all the customers were very friendly, not to mention my boss is my aunt. 
     Attempting to be as quiet as possible, I snuck inside through the side door, and was immediately noticed by my aunt who stalked over to me. I smiled at her and waved, but walked quickly away. I clocked in, and started working the register.
     The door rang and I looked up to make eye contact with a strikingly handsome man. He was extremely tall, had thick black hair, and his eyes were a dark burgundy which struck me as peculiar, since I had never seen eyes quite like his. He had on a dark red suit, which matched his eyes perfectly, and I marveled at his fashion sense. He smiled at me politely and chuckled. I immediately blushed, realizing I had been staring.
     "Oh, um, sorry sir." I stumbled over my words and looked down at the register. He chuckled once again. I was very embarrassed and decided to ignore what just happened. "Well hi, I'm Riona, welcome to the Dream Bean Cafe, how can I help you?" 
     "Ah yes, could I get a small Mocha coffee, extra chocolate." He said in a deep gravelly voice. My breath caught, and I stopped myself before I started staring again. I rang him up, and turned around to make his drink, but then he started making small talk, which was very unusual.
     "You know this is a nice little cafe you've got here." He said casually while looking around. I peeked at him and decided talking wouldn't hurt.
     "Yeah, my family owns it, and we like nice things." I smiled while looking around, remembering the memories I had here as a child. I caught him staring at me and I quickly handed him his drink. "Well if you need anything I'll be here I guess." I smiled at him, and silently cursed my luck. If he'd come any other day, I would've looked at least half decent, but oh no. He immediately replied.
     "Don't worry, you look fine today." He said, then walked straight out of the cafe. I was completely astonished. Had he read my mind, or did I say that out loud? Encapsulated with paranoia, I barely heard my aunt calling me.
     "Riona! Are you even here?" My aunt said loudly. I jumped.
     "Yes I am! What do you need Aunt Rachelle?" I quickly responded.
     "Onna will you be a dear and take out the trash." She said sweetly. I never liked that nickname, but ever since Rachelle started using it, it kind of grew on me. As for trash duty, it never did.
     I hesitantly grabbed the plastic bags by the back door, and carefully hauled them outside to the dumpster.
     I heard the quiet skitter of small feet against the asphalt, and quickly turned around. A bright streak of red was all I saw before a small creature jumped straight at my face. I screamed.