Lyn

Chapter 4

After a lot of convincing, Cameron has finally let me go to work. It only took me a lot of begging, and pleading, but hey, we got there in the end.

He dropped me off at my house, well I told him to, no way was I going to stay in the guys house, I could barely last staying in his room.
Today was my shift at the bar, Red bottom bar, don't even ask me about the name, it's already strange as it is.

At least I'll get to see Xavier again, right? That's a good thing I guess. He may be my only friend. If he thinks of me as one, that is. I pack my clothes and put it in my tote bag, I go through the door and walk out onto the fresh breeze. A nice way to start the morning.

I jinxed it.

Next thing I know, the rain is pouring onto me, making my thin clothes stick onto me like second skin. I feel the raindrops trickling down my neck and onto my lower back. Today was not the day for a baggy shirt.

I check to see if my phone has been affected by this monstrosity of a disaster, great.

Just fudging great.

Letting out a great, long sigh I see the bar infront of me. God what are the girls going to think of this? Such a good impression.

I walk in, not missing the way Xavier looks at me. "Don't even ask, Xavier" I say, already annoyed at the current state, "wasn't planning on it, scary lady.." he says, in an overly dramatic tone.

You know, I really do try to be happy, but how can I do that when something bad always seems to happen, hm?

Yeah. Exactly.

I walk into the girls changing rooms, just to see the usual. Girls scoffing with one look at me, and gossiping while simping over Cam, I mean Cameron.

I don't get what's so 'sexy' about the guy, like yeah he has a perfect chiselled face, and a jawline so sharp it could cut through something, and a body so fit-

Yeah no, we are not going there.

I change into my work clothes, cautious of my body. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind my body but it's just the little imperfections that...that make me insecure.

I used to think I was pretty. That was until Aaron took that away from me. If I had any sort of 'junk food' , he would hurt me. Bad.
"Don't ruin your pretty body, kitten"
"Don't look fat"
"Don't wear that, I can see your stomach, disgusting."

Those are the words he said to me every. Single. Day.

I'm surprised Cameron hasn't said anything.

I still have the scars on my lower stomach, and my back, that's why I hate physical touch. Unless it's someone I'm comfortable with. And Aaron just happened to earn my comfortability. (Ps I don't even know if that's a real word but- um it's fine)

When I finished changing into my outfit I go and get a notepad ready to take orders. "Yeah, babes that hair is not gonna do for today," Xavier comments, an unnecessary comment. He must've seen the glare I gave him. "Just kidding, you do you , um, here's a pen!"

I chuckle. He's so funny when he's scared. Entertainment of the day, check!

I walk away and go to a table of 2, "hey, what would you like?" I say putting on a smile.
"2 martinis please," that voice sounds oddly familiar.

Mum?

"Mum- what are you doing here?" I say while she eyes down my outfit disapprovingly. "Aaron gave me a call, told me his slut was here somewhere, I see why,"

I was his slut, now?

Disgusting.

I look over to who was with her, until my eyes meet cold ones. Ones that make my lower half bruised, and in pain.

Aaron...?

No...please. Not again.

"Aaron here wants to have a little chat with you, isn't that right hun?" She turn around to Aaron, he gives a toy-ish smirk back, which I'm guessing is for me.

"Let's go to a room, no? For some privacy?" He says, I have no choice, I must listen. I have to.

He grabs my hand, harsh, harsh enough to leave nail marks marking into my skin.

More scars, I hiss in pain. Nice.

He throws me into a room and I crawl into the far corner, trying to get as far away as possible but he beats me to it. He towers over me, too close I think.

"You think you can fucking work here with that skirt? For fucks sake, it barely covers too fucking ass, you slut!" Smack.

"You know what bad girls get?" Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Speak!!" Smack.

"N-no..." smack. My skin, is burning, probably red at this point, I can feel the pain and stings going through my check and electrifying through my frail body.

Just as he was about to smack me again, someone barges into the room.

"Get the fuck away from her, bastard,"

If only I could look at Aaron's face again and replay it over and over again, his look was a mixture of anger, and shock mostly shock.

I turn my head to look at the voice who told Aaron to stay away from me.

Cam..?