Want to kill {James Barnes}

The beginning

Hi, my name is Beck Taylor, and you might think this is a typical story, but it's not so typical. Have you ever tried to escape from your past, but it comes back out of nowhere? Yep. That happened to me.

As soon as I turned 18, I was old enough to make my own decisions, so I left my sick past behind me. All I got to say is I'm glad I left Michigan. I've been on my own since, went to college for culinary arts, and business. But after college I couldn't really find anywhere to settle.

But have you ever had something happened to you, that you wish didn't happen? That you've seen in movies thinking it wouldn't happen to you? Oh boy was I wrong about that. I'm trying to start over, pretend it didn't happen, the fact that my own father touched me inappropriately, and my mother did nothing to stop it. Yep.

So here I am in New York and no it's not like I've dreamed about being here. I wasn't searching or anything. I've heard it's nice but never really wanted to go there, but here we are. Trying to start new and be a new me.

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So now I'm 24 years old, I came to New York just a couple weeks ago, still don't know a damn thing about it. I haven't found a job, which I need to, otherwise back on the streets. I'm walking around New York trying to get familiar, I have a feeling that I'm going to stay for a while.

I walk around the corner and see a book shop, "I haven't been in one of those for a while" talking to myself under my breath. Before you get any ideas I'm not wearing glasses and look geeky, I'm just a natural girl, that loves to read. With my blonde hair in a messy but neat bun, and my peachy skin, soft with a touch.

As I walk in, I went straight to the horror/thriller section, I love me so good horror- thinking I might find something good. "Can I help you with something?" As I turned and see it was a tall man with brown hair, kinda clean shaved, he looked like he was in his 20s, and he had way too much cologne. I couldn't even think straight with how strong it was, and he isn't even that close to me.

"Umm, no I'm just looking, thank you." As I turned to look back at the books, just so he can walk away and I could breath again. I forgot what I was even doing. As I turned to see if he was still standing there, he went to the main desk where you check out.

I couldn't really find anything good, that I know I would love, then I see it, 'Stephen kings- pet cemetery' I red the book 'it' by him so I know this won't disappoint. I walked up to the desk to check out, "all set" the man says as he's bagging my book up. "Yep" as I give him a glance, and try to get the money out of my purse.

"I'm happy you came in, I was getting ready to close because nobody usually comes in here." As he looks at me and gives me the book and I give him the money. I wonder why. "Thank you" as I turned around and walked out.

I looked at my watch and it was only 12pm in the afternoon. I didn't know what else to do, knowing I don't know much about New York. My throat was getting dry, So I kept walking to see if there is a place to get a cup of coffee, or anything to help my throat.
A couple buildings down from where the book shop was, there's a coffee shop. As I walk in for a moment how the set up was I thought I was in a bar.
But all I can smell is the coffee, such a good smell. Knowing I was in the place, right away the girl behind the counter, "what can I get you?" says as I'm still looking.

"I'll just get a vanilla coffee with skim milk" as soon as I say that another worker, a guy gives me a disgusting face."Are you trying to poison yourself" as he looks at me giving the same look not changing it.

"It's not that bad" looking a the guy giving me a look. Then he see the book hanging out of my purse.
"So newbie, what's your name" as he gives me a little smirk. As he was making my drink, even though he thinks it's disgusting.