After being casted to the sea, thrown off the cruise ship she was on by her own boyfriend, what Zeda thought was her biggest problem turns out to be only the beginning. She's rescued by a foreign man, Lucas, & his two friends Johnny & Winwin. Togeth...
The days felt like weeks, the weeks felt like months, and the months felt like ... you could guess.
My story was so widespread that people on the streets would stare at me, point, and whisper things about me and my case.
I thought being a victim of something like that would make people kinder to me and maybe I'd make some friends, even if it was just out of sympathy it would be nice. But no, if anything they were all ruder to me.
I hated leaving the house.
Just like before I tried to keep myself busy and let the time pass but ... it just wouldn't.
I returned to my previous job so I could hopefully have some civil human interaction.
But being in such a small town left me sitting at the counter counting the ceiling tiles and watching the clock tick; and boy did it tick slowly.
With the time difference, I would usually get messages or calls from the boys around my bedtime or when I'm waking up in the morning.
So work was the worst. I was all alone.
Johnny checked in the most out of the three of them, and Lucas the least. He at least had an excuse.
"I'm sorry, Miss Zeda. I assure you though, I'm getting everything ready for us." He told me on a call late one night. Well, late for me. It was two in the morning.
"I built a doggy door, and I'm getting my yard fenced in. Winwin has been making a few changes around the house, too. He says he's 'feminizing' it."
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I laughed in reply.
"I'm so excited for you to see everything." He boasted.
"Me too." I said with a smile.
"I feel bad you're doing so much. I wish I could help."
"Don't worry, baby. You rest up and spend time with your family."
He would reach out usually twice a week with a phone call, whereas the other boys would text me to check in every few days.
One particularly boring day at work, a small group of girls walked in, which was unusual in itself, and they were wandering around the aisles, seeming to be looking for something.
A few of them got wide eyes when they caught sight of me.
Suddenly I recognized them. Girls from high school who decided one day that I wasn't worthy of basic respect. I couldn't recall their names, but they seemed to have remembered mine.
'Great.' I thought to myself.
"Woah." One said.
They must have thought I couldn't hear but with our broken radio the place was dead silent.
