The other way around

Two

Dean P.O.V.

I noticed her, right away when she opened the restaurant door. It's impossible not to, she radiates power and confidence, always dressed as a businesswoman and sunglasses, even when she sits, she never takes them off.

She's the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Today was the first time she talked more than just making her order, coffee, black, always. When she grabbed my wrist I couldn't help but hiss because of the pain, I think my finger is broken, it's swollen and bruised. My father is getting worse and worse every day with his beatings.

I know I deserve them, I thought of leaving him for so long but then I remember that day. The day I killed my mother. I was four, we were on the street, I saw a puppy a fucking puppy and a ran after him, the thing was that he was on the other side of the road, I didn't know that I needed to see if cars were coming, so I ran after him. My mother saw me and ran after me but she didn't look.

I crossed the road without getting hit, but I can't say the same for my mother, I heard her calling for me I turned around and heard the sound of tires trying to brake, but it was too late, all I saw was her in the air and then she hit the ground hard with her head. The driver took off and then everyone started screaming, there was so much blood.

I was four, but I can't erase that image from my head, I don't remember much from before or after that day, but that scene? It's like it happened yesterday. I killed her, I killed my mom, and I deserve to be punished, I deserve everything my father calls me or does to me. I took his wife from him, he never was the same after that, neither was i.

And then it started, first name calling, then a slap here and there, food deprivation. I take everything he gives me and I don't complain, I work two jobs to pay all the bills and his alcohol, that's the only thing I can do for him. I should've died instead of my mother. I thought of taking my life, but I'm too much of a coward for that.

After my diner job, I went to my other one, I'm a mechanic, that's the one I like the most but serving tables pays more so I do more hours there and do what time I can here, usually is two to three hours a day. I finished the car I was repairing, washed my hands and went to the store, I needed some groceries, specially beer. I got home and my father was on the couch.

"You're late boy." He said.

"I'm sorry I had to go to the grocery store." I said, I was in the kitchen but heard his steps, he came into view and stopped right on the kitchen door with his new favorite toy in hand.

A bat.

Not a wood one, a metal one. I already knew what was going to happen, I put down the beer bottles before I break them and I stepped away from the counter, I took a couple of deep breaths and embraced myself for the pain. The first time it made contact was with my arm, I tried to cover my head, I wish I didn't maybe this was the way I should die. But it's like instinct. He pulled back again and again and again hitting in my ribs over and over again, stronger than ever, hearing a loud crack, I knew they were broken.

That seemed to satisfy him and he took another beer and left.

I finished putting the grocery away, made dinner, and finally went to my room. The pain was almost unbearable, and with every breath I took it only makes worse. I went to my bed and tried to find a comfortable position, but it was impossible to be comfortable. I cried a few tears and after some time, darkest embraced me. But I can't tell you if I fell asleep or passed out.

If the pain was bad yesterday, today when I woke up it was indescribable, it's really hard to breathe, but I have to keep going. Trying to ignore the pain I got out of the bed and took a cold shower, I had to make breakfast and then leave for my first job. I got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen, father was still sleeping so I had to be silent. I did some eggs, pancakes, and bacon, I set everything for him and put the plate in the microwave.

I took my keys and got out of the house, it's days like this I wish I could have a car, I try to save some money for it, but each time my father asks for more and more to drink and he doesn't like cheap alcohol so it's a little difficult. The walk to the diner should only take me no more than twenty minutes but today it took me an hour I had to stop after two steps because of the pain.

Luckily for me today is a slow day, I got in, and started putting everything ready, coffee, I refilled the sugar, salt, and all the sauces. The day went by slowly, and one hour before I got out, the door opened and Athena got in. Dark glasses covering her eyes, heels, baby blue lace corset and pantsuit, the blazer only on top of her shoulders but her arms out of it.

She sat in her usual place and I went to get her order, I had to walk really slow and I could feel her eyes on me.

"Hello, what can I get you?" I already know, but I like to ask.

"Coffee, black. And a date with you."

"Sure to the coffee but no to the date."

"Or you come with me, or I'll fire you?" She said seriously.

"You can't do that."

"Actually I can since I'm the owner." Fuck I can't be fired.

"Fine, we can go but I only have half an hour."

"No, you'll have dinner with me."

"Can't, have another job."

"I'll pay the hours."

"So you'll be paying me to go out with you? You know how that sounds?"

"Only if you think of it that way. Get my coffee I'll wait for you." She said and I went to take care of her order.

I didn't know she was my boss. Fuck I have to call the garage, I won't let her pay me, I will feel bad for it. I mean I want to go out with her, but I don't know how I feel about what she asked me yesterday, I don't want to be fired, I really need this job.

I don't have another choice, I have to go on a date with her.

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