Trouble is His Middle Name

Chapter 6

W A R N I N G: The upcoming flashback in this chapter may make you feel fustrated, angry, upset and heartbroken.

Please be aware that this happens in real life too with lot's of families, but with different circumstances.

Another W A R N I N G : play the video at the flashback! Or it won't make sense. If it doesn't play; listen to Down by Jason walker.

Enjoy :)

CHAPTER 6

The place was packed. The line for the entrance was heavily trafficed, making us wait now, nearly, for 3 hours.

It's absolutely worth it though. The steak's here are incredibly delicious.

Don't even get me started with the side dishes. Gold class.

Mom was trying to distract me and Saxlon from the annoyance of waiting. She's been talking nonstop after her work and how she just got a new very attractive  Brizalian boss, who currently just moved from Australia to here a few weeks ago.

If I hadn't known better,  I'll say my mom has a little attachment towards him. I can tell by the way her voice goes high pitch and by the way her eyes turn practically heart shaped when mentioning him.

Saxlon, has been quiet. He hasn't mentioned anything about the conselling session. The only thing he has been doing all this 3 hours, was staring at the ground, with his face looking blank.

Seeing my mother scanning her facebook on her phone,  I tap Saxlon with my elbow on his shoulder.

"The fűck?" He whispered, his eyes contacting with mine.

His blue eyes.

Oh my.

They're so gorgeous. Anyone could get distracted by them. His long brown eyelashes, sightly curled, were sparkling,  making his eyes stand out even more.

"Can you fůcking stop it." His husky tone low, making me only to hear.

"Stop what?" I frown.

"If you want to talk or some shįt, do it. Just stop looking at me like you're gonna fůcking eat me up."

I awkwardly smile and nod.

That's embarrassing.

He makes me wonder, does he swear all the time? Or is it just to me?

"Table for three?" A gorgeous lady comes forward to us with long straight black hair, around my height, 5'9, with beautiful forest green eyes.

"Yes, please." My mom look's up, smilling.

"Okay. I will take care of your table tonight. Please call me Amy." She smiles, guiding us to a brown table with a dark red fabric over it. On it displaying a bottle of water, knife and fork, three plates and a black napkin over the plates.

"Now, please take a seat. I'll be back in a second." She hands us the menu,  for some reason only staring at me while giving.

Was there something on my face?

Sitting down, I open the menu. Pictures of steaks appear, making me mentally drool.

"Oh look at that eye filet in the menu." My mom suggest, "looks rather tasty."

I nod, it does look rather delious.

The waitress, Amy, comes back, with a pen and a paper, ready to write down our order.

"Did you guys decide what you would like to order?"

"Ah yes. I would like the Rib Wings." My mom points out in the menu.