Sunburned

Call Me

Lily's POV

*beep beep beep* Shit. Late for work. Again. Bra/underwear, check. Shirt, check. Jeans, check. Thank god I remembered to do laundry last night, or was it the night before? I really couldn't remember.

As I was getting dressed, I felt an aching pain in my rib cage. I went to the mirror and lifted up my shirt. My eyes were met with small bruises dotting my stomach and ribs.

Jason had been aggressive lately, hitting me when I came home late or didn't have dinner ready. I was tired of it but I love him so I can't leave. I walked into the living room and notice that he already left for work, but not before trashing the place with beer cans and playboy magazines.

"God, could he be a little more discreet about his porn collection?" I say to myself as I begin to pick up his garbage.

I quickly grab my keys and dash to my car. I turn the ignition on and back out of the driveway. I drive as fast as I can and I'm glad that there aren't any cops out this early.

I rushed into the Ridgeway Music Store.

"Sorry I'm late!" I yell at Jessica, the manager.
"That's the fourth time this month, Lily!" she says back.
"I'm sorry my alarm clock hates me." I respond.

Soon customers start filing in and I go behind the counter to help them. Finally the crowd dies down and there's only one person left. A blonde woman with beautiful brown eyes approaches the register.

"Hi. I'm Lily. How may I help you?" "Hello, Lily. I'm Sarah. I was wondering if you could help me pick out a guitar for one of my friend's son. He's turning 12 in a few days." she tells me. "Of course! Now do you want acoustic or electric?" "Um, electric please." "Okay. Follow me." I say as I lead her through a few rows of instruments.

"Here we are. I'll let you pick one out." I tell Sarah. "Uh, actually do you mind choosing? I know nothing about guitars." "Oh okay, sure." I walk over to one that's hanging on the wall. "This here's a pretty wicked Gibson, but it'll burn a hole in your pocket." "Name your price." She says with a smirk. "$310." "No problem. Ring me up?" "Uh, okay." I stutter.

We walk over to the register and Sarah pulls out her wallet. She opens it up and pulls out three hundred dollar bills. "I should have a ten somewhere...Aha!" she exclaims as she hands me a ten and a slip of paper. I open it and it has a number and an address.

"Call me." She says with a smile as she turns around and walks out of the store.