The stories in my flesh (Sequel to scars)

Part 29

As I open my eyes and look around I get kinda of scared. But then I remember we are not the at ugly hotel anymore, we are in our apartment. Nick slept in the small room, him being a gentleman left me the big room.

I walk to the bathroom and wash my teeth, as I look at myself in the mirror I wonder what Anthony ever saw in me.

Nick is fixing himself something to eat which is surprising, "I went out and got some bread and peanut butter/ jelly last night." He hands me a sandwich, "You do like peanut butter and jelly, right?" I take the sandwich. "Yes, I do. Thank you." He nods and turns around to make himself one.

The urge to ask him if he's mad is killing me. The lasagna plastic plate from last night is in the trash. Even though I had already ate chicken with Anthony, I ate the lasagna Nick left for me. Not just because I felt bad about leaving him last night, but also because I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I don't want him to feel less important because he's not. To me he's very important.

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We get off the taxi and Nick pays. I'm pretty glad we get paid tomorrow because we are kind of running out of money. Nick already has his uniform on and this time I followed his example and wore mine too so I won't have to change in here.

Before we enter the cafe I touch his forearm, "Nick, are you mad at me?" He looks at my hand touching him and I quickly remove it. I forgot he is a little tempered. "Not at all." He opens the door and he lets me go in first. "You act like you are. I really didn't me-"

"Hey, don't stress about it. I'm not mad. It's just one of them days where I'm cranky." He goes to his place behind his cash register. I'm still not sure he's saying the truth. He could just be saying that not to be mean.

I grab my notepad and pen and walk to my first client. "Good Morning sir, what would you like to drink or eat?" The man who looks around his twenties looks up and looks at me for a while. I clear my throat feeling awakward as he scans my body up and down. "What would you recommend me sweetheart?" My heart races as it hear the word "sweetheart".

One of the many painfully memories comes to mind. That one day my mom was late to pick me up for school, there were so many rumors about me. I was the slut .. I was Sydwhore. A blonde haired guy followed me, he .. He touched me. The thing is even though I don't want to remember I do-
He catches up to me and stands in front of me, "Why are you running sweetheart?" he asks. "Leave me alone!" I scream trying to run, he grabs me by the waist and pushes me to a brick wall. My back hits the wall so hard I loose my breath. " Let's see here." the guy unbuttons my shirt revealing my chest.

"Excuse me? Ma'am?" The guy speaks up, I then realize I'm squeezing my pen really hard. "Sorry- sorry sir." I say avoiding eye contact. "I asked what you would recommend me."

Of the top of my head I saw a random coffee. "French vanilla." He hums and finally says, "That sounds excellent." I write it down sloppy and quickly. "Is that it?" He doesn't say anything for a while so I get the courage to look at him, he's staring at the menu. "Yeah, that's it."

I walk to the kitchen and hand a girl the note. Alice walks in a couple minutes later, she glances at me. "Here you go- Sydney?" The girl whose name tag says Rose hands me the cup. "Yeah. Thank you." I walk out towards the guy. He grins as I hand him the cup, his grin makes me get chills. And I can't stop thinking about that now.

"What's wrong? You're as pale as a white sheet of paper." Nick says as I stand beside him. I'm waiting for more people to come in but since it's still too early not many people come at this time. "Nothing." I whisper looking at the floor. "Are we going to start with this again?"

"It's- it's that guy." I finally say after a few seconds. "What guy? Do I need to beat him-"

"No, no, no!" I quickly say. "Who is he? Did he bother you?" I shrug, "Is he the guy that you took the cup to?" I nod slowly. "He looked at me." Nick chuckles, "Well of course he looked at you. He has eyes." When he realizes Im not kidding he stops chuckling.

"He looked at me- from head to toe. And he called me sweetheart." He looks at the guy, "If that bothered you I can go tell him something."

"No, we can't argue with clients. We'll get fired." He clenches his jaw, "But that bothered you."

"Yeah but- its stupid. I just thought of something and ... And that brought bad memories." I say.

He looks into my eyes. "What happened to you? You can't have a nobody looking at you without feeling insecure. What happened?" I swallow the knot in my throat and just look down, "It's too painful to talk about."