Delilah

Chapter 8

I noticed the guy sat down watching me dance before I got of stage, his stare was stern which sent butterflies to my stomach, not the good type either. But it turned into a glare when I realised he wasn't looking in to my eyes anymore, he was staring St my cheek which caused me to panic because the concealer must've come off. I turned to face the back but totally forgot about my back so I had to turn back around but the music stopped just in time so I hurried off to the changing rooms. As I walked into the changing room, I looked into the mirror seeing the bruise on my cheek. It was very see able and I'm guessing that's what he saw too but why would he look mad about that? He doesn't even know me. I turned around to look at the slashes on my back but they still look really bad. I told those who asked that they were burns from an iron railing and that I fell on it when it was red hot. Half didn't buy it but it was all they were getting.

I got dressed and covered it up with more concealer praying that it'll last the night. I walked over to the bar and started serving customers that were already waiting.
I served about three men until I saw that guy approaching the bar with what I'd call body guards. What it looks like anyway. My palms were sweating and I was getting nervous so I turned around trying to find something to do.

I heard someone clear their throat and my heart started pounding. Why does he scare me? I took a deep breath and turned around to be met with his loomey, brown eyes. Seeing him closer, I can see the faint freckles on his cheeks and nose. He has little freckles in his left eye too, only two of them. They're beautiful though, my mom had beautiful blue eyes with a few brown freckles in them, that's what his eyes remind me off. My beautiful mom.
"What can I get you?" Although I was a nervous wreck I didn't show it. I tried to make myself look as confident as I could.

"Something strong". He's voice sounds deep and husky that erected butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of just seeing his face if I mixed all the strong liquors we've got. And now I'm laughing at myself. I didn't realise he's watching me whilst I'm stood here embarrassingly laughing at myself so I turned around to make him a drink.

"That's £6.20 please" he slid a £20 note across the bar and told me to keep the change. He sat down on the stall and just stared at me. My body even. He was scanning me? I started to feel insecure because of the scars that covered my arms. My friends would tell me they weren't noticeable but I know they say it to make me feel better.

"What happened to your cheek" I froze. I didn't think he would actually see it never mind ask about it.

"I tripped down the stairs" really!! I look down at my shoes which seem to be very interesting right now.

"How's that?" He asked. I could hear his attitude in his voice. Why though?

"I was in a rush. Why do you care" I didn't mean to come across rude but all I've ever known to do is put my guard up and not let anyone close to me because it will always end up with me being left and hurt.

"I don't. Im just curios love" love. What is that? I've never known love with anyone except from abbie, Sarah and mom. But even with them I never feel loved as I've never been able to believe I'm capable of being loved.

I was so lost in thought that I forgot he was in front of me.
"Oh. Right. Well I hope I've for filled your curiosity darling because the reason behind my bruise is nothing interesting." And now I sound like a snob. For God's sake.

He smirked. Really?! Why are guys such asses. As weird as it is, I don't even feel annoyed or mad about his rudeness I just feel.. I feel compelled to want to know him. Stop stop no not happening. All guys do is hurt you and your not capable of being loved.

It's been like an hour and it just keeps getting packed with all these men. Abbie came to help like half an hour ago so it's just been us running back and fourth to make drinks etc. Mr mysterious, yes that's what I'm calling him, has been sat in the same chair since he come over. We share glances every other minute or so but he won't leave and it's getting on my nerves.

"You've been sat here for an hour haven't you got anything better to do??" I sound pretty frustrated but I can't focus on work when he's staring at me.

"someone's eager for me to leave " he has that smirk on his face that gives you the urge to just smack it right off of him.

"Well maybe if you would stop staring at me then I wouldnt get so fricking frustrated!" I snarled and roll my eyes in the process. I just need him to leave although part of me doesn't but I'm not gonna get a lot done if he's here. Him just sitting there is distracting me.
I knew the next thing he says is going to be snarky by the laugh he's giving me. His laugh sounds so angelic and makes me want to just crawl into his embrace.

"Well if you stopped looking at me, you wouldn't know I was staring love." Not today.

"Well it's not my fault I can feel your fricking eyes on me everytime I move is it? No! And who are you to call me love! You don't know me. Love is fucking nothing it means Jack Shit it only gets you fucking hurt in the process so don't come here calling me such names because your really testing my patience Mr mysterious ass " Shit, I didn't mean that, I have so much anger built up inside me that the littlest thing has been setting me of lately and I lose control of whatever foul language leaves my mouth. I let myself catch my breath whilst he just stares at me blankly. Well he was because now he has that big smirk on his face. I want to go home.

"Didn't expect such a small innocent pretty face to have such an attitude. Your opinion on love is down to what you've experienced in the past, sometimes love does hurt but youll recieve it differently when you find the right kind, love." He stood up from his stool and gave me a wink before leaving. What does he mean receive it differently. Love is the same it always hurts. Doesn't it?

It's finally 3:00am but I grabbed my Shit a bit earlier because abbie said she'll cover for the last ten minutes so I'm just walking to my car. My car isn't much but I do love it. I spent three years saving up for it including the three grand mom gave me for my 17th. God knows where she got it. And two months after my 17th I managed to buy a vaults wagon golf rk7. It made me go broke for a few months but it was worth it, I like the adrenaline it gives me when I speed. Totally not illegal. The day I got it I took her out for a drive at 2 o'clock in the morning and we were just blasting music and singing our hearts out like nothing else mattered in the world. I miss her. I didn't realise I was crying until I tasted salted water on my lips. I couldn't hold back my tears they just kept falling and soon enough I was on the floor in the parking lot bauling my eyes out.

"Please! Why did you leave me I need you! I c-cant do this without you and you know it but you left me!! You left me with him and all he's done is hurt me since y-youve left. Why did you leave me" I sobbed shouting at the sky.
"Why couldn't you take me with you! H-how could you do that to me mom. Why did you leave me! I fucking need you and you know I do and y-you left me with him. You left me alone and you know I have no one but you!! H-how c-c-could you."
I choked on my last sentence but couldn't speak anymore so I just sobbed my heart out. Alone. All alone like usual. I don't know what to do I really don't.
I pull myself up after crying for what felt like hours and carried on making my way to the car. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes were puffy and red. I drove back home and thank fully Rik was passed out on the sofa with of course beer cans scattered everywhere so I just went to bed.