Broken Love

Rain

I woke up in a somewhat good mood this morning, yesterday was a good day for the shop, I had a lot of customers for my first opening of the shop, it made me hopeful that this new path that I'm taking in my life is going to be alright after all. As I was going downstairs, I heard little droplets of rain on the roof "maybe today won't be the best" I said as I went downstairs to the kitchen and started to set everything up. Few hours later people started coming in and getting settled, I greeted them with small smiles that make them feel welcomed as people were coming I started to get a little nervous, I wasn't really ready for this many people to come, I started to breath a little heavy as my chest started to weigh, my stomach was starting to turn but I kept a straight and happy face in order not to scare the customers away and think that I'm weird. I began giving out orders one by one. I tried keeping everything well maintained but of course I wanted more than I put out. I made a few mistakes while taking orders. I tried masking myself in order to set out this perfect image in my head yet I was still slightly panicking. As people began leaving my cafe I went upstairs to keep my composure, I had let my staff clean up since our opening hours were not too long. I knew I needed to be by myself for a moment, I opened the window to my room. I felt a rush of rain quickly go against my face. It was finally pouring. Whenever it rains, I am reminded of the place where I used to live. But that's all in the past and I know I moved on from what was once brief moments of happiness. I went back downstairs and   decided to go to town to explore, I got my coat and headed out.

I got into town I thought it was a nice, it was peaceful and cute all the little shops around while everybody seemed to be getting along with each other it made me feel a little happy. The whole dynamic made me wish my family was different. I thought I had gotten away from them but for some reason no matter where I go, they always seem to ease their way into my head. I knew the perfect thing to put my mind elsewhere which was an antique shop. Since my cafe in newly opened I needed to have more decor added to it. I loved shopping. I found myself at a small antique shop not too far from my cafe. Nice and simple, its aurora was nice with the smell of apples and cinnamon. There was a variety of silverware and dishes. Exactly the type of stuff I needed for the cafe. As I was looking around, I saw someone that I thought was left behind, but I guess I was wrong. I quickly turned the corner so they wouldn't see me, but I was too late.

"Sawyer is that you?"

I was startled at the call and slowly looked at the man that called my name behind me

"Hey Trevor"

He smiled as if we were still close, I wish I didn't come in here I should've just kept moving 

"What are you doing here I was sad when I heard that you left, I've missed you and the moments we had together, they were very special" 

He said those word so creepily it bothered me, and that fake ass smile he put on, I started to remember things I wanted to forget but just seeing him and hearing him talk reminded me of the horrible things that he has done to me and what complete bullshit I went through with my parents, of all the people they believed him over me their own kid. I started to head out it was time I went home, but he grabbed me and pulled me into a corner of the store. I was scared and he knew it, so he took advantage of it, like the coward that he is.

"Remember the fun times we had together, you would squirm around as I touched you all over, your body would shake and jerk as I kissed you like this"

He started to explore my body, he reached under my shirt and started kissing my neck, I remember this feeling and I hate it, I won't allow him to have control again. With the small braveness of my heart I kicked him and ran out as he grabbed his leg in pain. I arrived back at my cafe and ran upstairs to the safety of my room, I slide down the wall and started to cry, my cries were covered by the sound of the rain pouring down. It was a very rainy day.