𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 (ON HOLD UNTIL 'COLD' IS FINISHED)

chapter 3

I walk down the usual road that leads to my house. Finishing my coffee, I chuck it in the nearest bin, walking as quick as I can back home. Father doesn't like it when I'm late. I've got about 10 minutes to get home otherwise the other day will repeat and he will slap me again. I feel like I deserve it. I mean if I didn't then why does he do it? Mum would have hated this.

We were all so close before she died. Father was always to kind and caring, he as never even said a bad word to me. If mum is watching over me now, I think she's proud of how I've turned out. Obviously not the fact that I flinch when everyone comes near me and that I'm quite a shy girl, but the strong girl she brought me up to be.

I sort of thank father for everything he has done because it has only made me stronger. If I wasn't strong, I wouldn't be here today.

My walking comes to a stop when I end up outside the dreadful door that opens to torture. I put my hand on the door and open it slowly to realise that father is on the floor asleep. It doesn't surprise me. Nothing does at this point.

I make my way to the kitchen, making sure I don't bump into him . Grabbing a few bits to snack on, I rush to my room, sitting on the mattress and putting my phone on charge.

I decide to get some extra sleep since father is asleep so I lie down, close my eyes to let myself relax. Well sort of relax. I'm always on edge. You could guess why.

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I wake up to the dreadful sound of my alarm, I've got work today urgh. It's not the worst, I have friends there. It's just work you know? Not necessarily what I like to do in my spare time but we all have to do it. I quickly jump in a warm shower and scrub my body with the vanilla scented shower gel that I recently brought myself.

I love vanilla, its definitely my favourite sent, it's so natural and it smells amazing.

As soon as I get out of the shower, I get dressed into my black jeans and a grey top. Whilst I'm doing my makeup, I hear a loud crash. Great. Fathers awake. Suddenly my door slams open and be comes strolling in. "Why are you getting ready?" He frowns, looking me up and down in a disgusted way. Wow he's so fatherly and loving. I mentally roll my eyes.

"I have work today" I reply back quickly. "I've ran out of vodka, I need more. Now get out of my house you little bitch." I nod my head, standing up but just as I'm about to walk past him, he grabs the top of my arm and shoves me out. I rush downstairs, straight out the door before something else happens.

I don't understand why he seems to need the vodka. Its not like it helps him. Its makes everything worse. For some reason he doesn't seem to understand that.

I walk on route until I find myself at the coffee shop door. I walk in going straight to the counter, grab my apron and tie it around my waist, double wrapping it to the front.

"Hey Eden" Josh says pouring iced coffee into a cup.

"Um hi" I whisper loud enough for him to hear. He turns around to face me, lifting the coffee off of the counter and placing it onto a tray infront of that same man.

The one who I recognise but I don't at the same time. Weird. I never used to see him and now everytime I'm here, he seems to be here.

"Thankyou" the man says politely, glancing at me for a second before turning around and walking to his table. I freeze, staring at him. I mean he's beautiful.

"Can you get that order, I need to go toilet a sec" Josh calls already leaving the counter, heading to the bathroom. I nod walking to the till.
"Can I have a vanilla latte please" Im guessing a young woman around my age says. "Of course is that all?" I ask. When she shakes her head no, I press enter on the cash machine. "£3.90 please"

She taps her card and I turn around, starting to make her latte. Good choice. I do love vanilla I silently laugh to myself.

As soon as I'm done, I hand it to her, she thanks me so I get on to the next person in the queue as Josh come back.

We both work hard but I can't help but keep training my eyes on that man. But just as go to look at him, he locks eyes with me and winks. Winks. I feel blush creep to my cheeks as he gets up and walks straight past the counter, out of the door.

Even his walk is beautiful.