Only You ** Mason Mount

Prolog

I was standing there. All soaked. At the bus stop that was supposed to take me to London. I did not know what to do, on the one hand I felt free because I ran away from my family, which was destroying me mentally, but from the inside I felt a void. I had nowhere to go, or any friends. Not to mention money. I have to find a job and I need to do it urgently. But first, I need to get to London. I was sitting on the bench, I felt the water from the puddle splashing all over my head. Nervous, I looked towards the car, but only saw a white Mercedes. He's gone, and I'm even wetter. I was losing hope for any bus, but at the last minute it pulled up. My last resort. I went inside, paid for the ticket with the last change I had. I was about 4 hours away from London.

I dreamed that I was sitting behind the wheel of a black Audi RS7, and a brunette was sitting next to me. I don't know him, but he seems familiar to me. I feel like I know him, but I know I don't.

Someone pokes my shoulder, lazily opens one eye, and I see the bus driver kindly informing me to leave the vehicle. I grab my bag quickly. London appeared before my eyes. I looked at my watch. It was a quarter past 5 am, so everything was still closed. So I moved forward, admiring the views and bums. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an old lady entering the restaurant. I decided to use it.

   "Excuse mel but... I haven't eaten anything in three days... and ... l don't have the money to buy anything to eat"I saw something in this woman's eyes that I had never seen in the eyes of my parents. Caring.

"Come on, honey, I'll make you something delicious" She followed the

woman inside and she led me to the kitchen.

"Thank you very much, you are a very good woman" I said with a sandwich in my mouth "And this sandwich is delicious" The old lady laughed softly.
 
"You said you had no money, Would you like to work here? You would get accommodation and meals, and of course a salary"I was stunned.

"Of course I'd like to, just... what would I do?"

"You'd be a waitress, we're gonna have special guests here tonight, come wash up and I'll give you some clothes."

I followed the old woman upstairs, as it turned out later, to her house. She gave me her daughter's clothes and showed me the bathroom. I took a warm shower and felt wonderful. aunt was right, be good, and fate will always repay you. I returned to the restaurant, which was already bustling with life. Several tables were connected and ten guys were sitting at them. Their eyes were on me. I nodded my greeting and asked for their orders. Among them, I saw this brunet from the dream. I think he noticed me watching him because he cleared his throat and waved lightly in front of my eyes.

"Oh mother, I'm sorry, but you remind me of someone." I laughed

nervously and quickly ran away from their table. Istood behind the counter and listened to the news, until suddenly

some of them caught my attention. There was a picture of me on the TV the Word missing. And the reporter said:

   Rebecca King left her house in Los Angeles 4 days ago and so far has no contact with her, her parents Alice and Marcus, a famous Basketball player and actress are in despair...

Before she finished, I turned off the TV. The first thing I have to do is change the look. I looked at the table, but luckily they didn't notice anything. I took their orders and started delivering them. Brunet was looking at me all the time, it did not allow me to focus. I sat down in the kitchen and started talking to the cook's assistant. Steve turned out to be very nice and explained to me who was sitting in the room. As far as I know it is part of the England football team. And this brunet named Mason Mount. I left the kitchen and went to the table to pick up the empty plates and ask if they needed anything else.

"I need your number"asked one black boy sitting there.

" Sorry, but it's not on the card" I laughed embarrassed, and the rest of the guys just gave a quiet 'uuu!.

I took their plates and went back to the kitchen, handed them all over the dishwasher, and sat down at the metal counter next to Steve. The boy gave me a plate of food so that I could eat in peace.

" This is your first time in London?" I nodded my head slightly - Maybe you want me to show you around?

"That's very kind of you." I grinned at him and heard someone from the restaurant calling me.

With a soft smile on my face, I walked over to the bar. The same black boy was there, and as I remember, the name was with Mason.

"Two large beers." I nodded and started pouring. I have to thank my friends for teaching me how to pour beer to keep it from foaming. I handed the full glasses to them and went back to the kitchen to finish my meal.

*A few hours later

I was sitting in my room reading the book Mrs. Willson had given me.

The book was about a young girl, maybe 19 years old. She was kidnapped by her ex-boyfriend, who, as it turned out later, was mildly psychological. Since childhood, the boy had problems with his peers and with how to fit into the environment. Olivia, the main character wanted to give him a chance, for a long time their relationship was great, Victor cared for Liv a lot, but over time his concern became very toxic. He started making her adventures about spending time with family and friends. He started spying on her through the hacker application he installed on her phone. He eavesdropped on her every conversation and read every message. In the end, the girl found out about all this and wanted to break up with him, but unfortunately she failed. The boy stunned her and locked her in one of the rooms in his apartment. The boy periodically injected her with anesthesia, from the waist down, so that the girl could not move. He cared for and fed her. but wouldn't let her escape. When help finally came for the girl, the boy was placed in a maximum security psychiatric hospital. The girl never trusted any boy and she was alone until the end.
 
I didn't even notice when it got terribly late. It wasn't until I got out of bed that I felt a striking urge to sleep. I grabbed my pajamas and headed for the bathroom. I took a quick shower and was in bed again in a moment, I sailed away very quickly, and in the morning? I was awakened by the smell of fresh buns that someone had brought to my room along with a cup of hot cocoa.