𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

Chapter 2 - Sold

It was the middle of the day at work. I was sweeping the entrance of the pharmacy down in the aisles. The medicines reminded me too much of my mom. Everybody would be wondering how the hell I am working at a pharmacy if it reminds me too much about my mom. I didn't get it to make myself miserable on purpose. I needed the job. It's truly not what I want to do with my life. It was just necessary. I was always getting my mom's medication from here. I was there part time even before being a part timer here. I just got the job because Pamela and I get along well.

Pamela is the owner of the pharmacy. She has known my grandparents for years, and she got to know my mom too before she died. It's just as monotone as it sounds. She took pity on me and all the money I would have to get for the only people I had left and one Monday morning I was there, sweeping the floor.

"-Ann !" shouted Pamela.

I was gone too far in my mind. Fuck.

"-Oh! I'm sorry Pam!" i said, stressed.

"- Well sorry for scaring you Ann, but please be more aware of your surroundings." she said, pointing to the bottles that fell down the shelves while i was in my thoughts.

Always on the moon or somewhere around. That's my thing. My life is not so exciting, there's not a lot going on for me and I spend most my time worrying about my grandmother's health. It's only natural that I started daydreaming more and more. Pamela made the remark multiple times in the past two weeks. That's never a lot, I daydream here and there when my mind needs to get out. I daydream mostly about my mom, her hugging me tightly and telling me everything's gonna be okay. But sometimes I daydream about what I could do with my life if I wasn't so stressed of flying away and of showing who I am. I can't now anyway. Also sometimes, I daydream about sex. Hey, I'm a young woman with desires and needs. I'd love a good fuck from time to time, it would help me relax perhaps. But I don't want to do that with a random stranger who's not gonna know what the fuck they are doing. Sometimes I pray to pass along the way of the hottest man I would have ever seen and just know that he would make me grip the sheets. However, that's certainly not on my to do list now. Apart from taking care of my grandma, I don't really think there's anything more on this list anyway. It's funny because if my mom was here she would tell me with this sweet voice of hers "Have fun sweetheart! You're young and pretty, you should enjoy it!" She was pretty open about that, she gave me the whole discussion when I was 14. She said "Never too young!" I hope she understands, wherever she is that I'm not in the mood to look for that at the moment. If it comes, then the universe really wants me to get railed.

"- I'm sorry Pam." i apologies again.

"- Don't apologise, put that back." she says with a slight smile.

I swear sometimes this woman gets on my nerves. Even more lately, I don't know what is going on with her but I'm tired of this passive aggressive tone.

Fuck it.

I put the broom aside and I kneel down to fix the shelf. "You are aware of your surroundings Ann." I repeat myself this sentence over and over while I put the stuff back on the shelf. I couldn't see around me as I was focused on the shelf but I definitely knew what was going on around me. Pamela was on the phone with a customer. I heard the bell of the door ring, somebody's there. I heard the sound of their footsteps going to the counter. I don't think they noticed me. Pamela saw them and hung up the phone. Her attention was on the custumer. I still have to organise the tags, Pamela can take care of the customer, I can go back to my business. Still, I'm a curious cat, I can listen to their conversation and still do my job right?

"- Good afternoon sir. How may I help you?" Pam asked.

"- Well, I just need something for my migraines." the customer said.

Their voice.

Fuck.

"- Well I have Advil, Tylenol, Excedrin is stronger. Otherwise it's on prescription, if the pain is persistent i'd advise you to see a doctor sir. That's all I can get you." said Pamela in a serious tone.

"- There's a time I would have solved it with a bottle of Jack!" he joked. "Give me Excedrin man, that'll be fine."

Pamela bagged the medicine and the customer paid and was heading out the store. At the same moment, I stood up. My surroundings. Fuck. I bumped into the customer.

"- Shit!... I apologise sir!" i said rapidly, knowing Pam was about to kill me.

The customer helped me to get my balance back. They quickly put their hand on my arm to help me and put it away as soon as if they didn't know if I was comfortable being touched.

Their hand... This hand.

I think the tattoo on it will stay engraved on my mind forever.

"- It's okay." he said.

Again. This voice.

I looked up at them.

I had never seen such a beautiful man. He was stunning. I have never felt something like that, mostly towards someone older. The blue eyes, the well trimmed hair, the tats. He was older but he could beat any guy my age. Here he was, the hottest man I had ever crossed my path with. I was looking at his eyes. So was he.

"- Sorry for that sir. Have a nice rest of your day." said Pamela, getting me out of my fixation.

"- No problem man! Goodbye... Ann." he smiled looking at my badge.

"- Goodbye." i said, startled.

He smiled at me one last time and got out.

"- Ann i swear. I understand that you can be out sometimes with everything going on for you but you really need to focus." she said, obviously pissed off. "Mostly with people like him." she added.

"- What do you mean?" i asked.

"- You didn't recognise him?" she said like it was obvious.

"- No. Who's he?"

Pam walked back behind the counter, smirking, happy she knew something i didn't.

"- Whatever Pam. I have to go."

I was finished with my work, I was exhausted and I needed to go home. I'll get Pam to tell me who was this guy on my next shift.

In the short drive I had to go home, I still had the time to think about this man. It's not about who he could be, but this encounter. Something was in the air, I could tell when he looked at me. Maybe it was just my mind. And maybe it's because I'm touch depraved but the way his hand touched me was electric. God I'm so horny. But there also was something so peaceful and calm about this. Argh! Whatever, I guess he will just wander in my mind from time to time before I realise it was just a normal encounter between two people and I was down bad for nothing.

When I arrived home, I looked over at the house next door. The open house sign was covered.

"SOLD"