Today was a pretty slow day, even though I never seem to miss a day where douchebags who think they have "swagg" try to flirt with me on the other side of the counter. I just brush it off as usual, or snap back at them, depending on my mood. All I could really think about was Harry, and his perfect features. My mind was set on him, and there was no way of controlling it. It's like in my dreams, he's mine and I'm his, and nothing could ever break us apart. We had a world of our own.
Briella broke me out of my thoughts while she spoke, "Hey, you look pretty exhausted, why don't you go home and get some rest, I'll cover your shift don't worry." she said, a light smile playing upon her lips. "Nah, I'm fine." I reply, wearily wiping the counter down with a moistened towelett. "No you're not. You've been losing sleep a lot lately. What's up girl?" she responded, placing a hand on her hip to show emphasis. I mentally chuckled at her "ghettoness", and decided I would tell her about Harry, considering we were very close.
"His name is harry..." I spoke barely above a whisper. "Harry eh? Now is this a real guy or just a figment of your imagination?" she smiled lightly, a chuckle under her breath. "To be honest, I have no idea, but as of right now, it just seems to be my imagination getting the best of me and teasing me." I replied, biting my bottom lip down and rolling my eyes slightly. "Ah, been there, done that." she replied with a deep sigh as she slightly shrugged. "It all seems real....until you wake up." "That's exactly how it feels, and I dont know what to do. I want to actually feel his touch, his warmth, his love. But here I am drooling, going on and on about a guy from my dreams." "Don't beat yourself up too much girl, just let your dreams flow, and who knows what could happen." I giggled, no matter how bad of a mood I'm in, Briella had always found a way to break a smile onto my face. One of the things I loved about her.
I finally gave into her suggestion and head out of work, in the corner of my eye, only to spot a tall figure, peering at me from a distance. I shuddered, but kept walking, not wanting to start anything. I thought I heard slight, quiet footsteps seeping forward towards me as I had reached my car, but when I swiftly turned around, no one was there. Even the tall figure had been gone. Maybe this exhaustion was really getting to me.
My car roared to life again as I turned the key in the ignition again.
When I arrived home, I shut the engine off, sighing heavily in the drivers seat, not wishing to get up from these heated seats I adored so much. But I knew the comfort of my sofa or bed would be a lot better. So I pry myself from my car and walk into the house, thanking the lord for my father being out tonight, late, with his friends. I can't believe he has any friends. Ugh, just hold it in Aria in just a few months, you'll be going to college, finally away from you're cruel and abusive father. Free, forever from his riddance. I blinked hard as I flicked on the light to the living room. I gently set my stuff down on the table and plop myself down onto the couch. I quickly grab the remote, and start to flick though channels. I settle on The Notebook, and grab a soft blanket and wrap it around my sides giving me warmth. I cuddle up on the couch as I begin to watch the breathtaking movie. But soon enough, my exhaustion had caught over me and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
'I wiped down the sticky counters at Starbucks, when I feel a sudden cool rush of wind breeze against my arm, creating goosebumps along it. My eyes peered up to see who had just appeared through the door. And that's when I meet the beautiful green gaze I had been thinking about all day. His stunning features lighting up the whole cafe. It was like all the other customers were gone, and it were just him and I standing there breathlessly gazing at eachother. My heart rate increasing as he takes slow steps forward up to the counter to face me. "Hello, Gorgeous. I never caught your name, you like disappeared right before I could ask for it." and light grin pulling at the corners of his lips, just enough to show those dimples I adored so much. And he just called me gorgeous, I think I'm in love. "It's, A-Aria." I stuttered embarrassingly, mentally cursing myself for my failed attempt at trying to actually talk to a guy. His grin only widened as he noticed my nervousness, and shyness.
My eyes studied him, from his dark ringlets slightly shadowing over his glimmering emerald eyes, down to his cheeky smile with his lovely Irresistable dimples. God, just marry me already. He had caught me staring at his glowing features, and spoke again, "So love, would you perhaps want to..."-'
I was rudely shakened awake by none other than my idiot father. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I shouted at him. His eyes only grew angrier. "YOU DIDN'T DO THE DISHES! OR VACUM, OR EVEN DUSTED! YOUR CHORES NEED TO BE DONE, NOW!!" he yelled. My jaw tightened, what did he think? I was his "little maid". No, I'm not. I'm his daughter no matter if I wish to deny it or not. And I need to be respected. I'm so done being treated this way, so disgusted with his Behavior. God, he's just an awful person all together.
"I'm trying to sleep here." I can't believe I even dared to deny his demand, but I felt a sudden rush of confidence flood through me. I'm not his slave.
"No, you're cleaning. NOW GET TO WORK DAMMIT!" he screamed.
"They can wait till tomorrow." I insisted, a slight grin as my confidence grew more.
"Excuse Me?!" he exclaimed, and I could swear I saw a pale blue vein popping slightly out of his neck. "You heard me." I retorted giving him
a sharp look.
Soon, regret was filling inside me, not that I didn't already expect this to happen. I examined the huge red mark plastered across my right cheek, and bruise on my left hip. He'd hit me. I winced slightly as my fingers brushed over the sensitive skin, tears brimming my lids. I plopped myself into my bed, slowly closing my eyes drifting to sleep. Except, this time, my sleeping mind was dreamless. I guess the harshness of my fathers cruelties displayed across my body had taken more effect to stop me from dreaming about him. But that unfinished question still lingered in my mind, I needed to know what that was.
