Coffee and Three Wishes (On going-unedited)

Chapter 3

Giselle

I think I ruptured my spleen. What a wonderful thought to start my morning with.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I forced myself to sit up. Soreness spread through my entire body. I was moving like a lady in a really tight corset. The bigger than my fist, colorful bruise that formed under my ribs played a great factor in my extremely straight posture.

Wait, is the spleen on the left or the right? Recalling the long forgotten biology classes, where a spleen was located didn't come to mind. Well, wherever it was –I'm sure it hurt.

Building the will to get off bed, I began to heave out, but halted mid-breath. Breathing hurt, sitting hurt, lying down hurt and even walking hurt.

Why am I holding back crying out? I live alone for heaven's sake!

On that note, I let my voice out as I hauled myself to stand, "Oooooowe!"

The bag of peas that I used as a cold compress was all mushed in my hand. "Owe. Owe. Owe. Owe," more grunts accompanied my steps as I trudged to the kitchen to put the bag in the fridge.

Split-peas soup for diner it is.

My mind was still foggy from the horrible sleep I had. Fatigue and exhaustion pulled me out of the haze of whatever terrifying thing happened yesterday. However, nightmares of wrathful glowing amber eyes had me jolting awake, right before the splitting pain punched me right back to dream land.

The shower I took reminded of the burning scrape on my elbow and a few more bruises and scratches became visible against my skin. "That would add color to a girl's life," I joked then regretted when I tried to laugh.

I cleaned, dried and bandaged the best I could.

Surrendering giving my hair a proper brush, I settled for the messiest bun ever achieved. I put on a black T-shirt under and topped it with a hoodie, since my favorite jacket was ruined; then finished with a pair of jeans that hung below my waist. I couldn't stand anything around my middle.

There was no time to wallow; I had a coffee house to run and costumers to serve.

Leaving the apartment, my heart was shaking the entire way. This time, I was a hundred percent certain that I hadn't imagined what happened. There was no way in hell I had built that in my mind. I wasn't nor had I ever been that creative. I never even had an imaginary friend when I was a kid. I remained vigilant until I reached the coffee house.

"Why are you here?" Mike griped the minute I walked through the door. "Didn't I say come in late?"

I nodded, "You did."

He placed the tray he was carrying on the closest table so that he could cross his arms, "And?"

Walking passed him to the small lockers where we kept our things, "and I didn't."

Mike fumed and followed me. "You really need to learn how to rest. You know that you made absolutely no sense yesterday, right?"

"I know!" I bit as I flung my bag and phone in the locker and wincing in progress.

I wasn't making any sense to myself either. However, I lifted my hoodie and t-shirt high enough to show him the only evidence. "Then explain this?"

Mike's brow pinch as his head jerked back. He blinked a couple of times before bending over for a closer examination and his eyes widened.

"Damn," he exclaimed straightening up. "That must hurt!"

"This is what I've been saying." I fixed my clothes and grunted when I accidently bumped the bruise with my fist.

The continuous stabs of pain were getting on my nerves and in return, I took it on the locker's door when I slammed it.