Breaking Free from Everyday

Chapter 4: She really hadn't changed

Chapter 4: She really hadn't changed

Parker

I was cursed. It was official.

Was fate really this mean to me?

Twice. A girl had fallen into me today.

And twice. It was her.

Melanie.

I helped her up for the second time today and I looked at her. She looked like a mess. I almost laughed, but then I realized this was Melanie. She wasn't worth it.

"Parker?" I heard her say, and I flinched hearing her voice. It hadn't changed. I used to love to hear that voice.

She straightened up and tugged at her shirt, which had ridden up a little. It was a maroon color with "Amy's Diner" inscribed on it. 

Crap.

I fixed her with a glare that I hoped would make her cringe. I stormed away from her and went straight for the kitchen, pushing through the double doors. I found my aunt cutting vegetables in the back.

"What the hell is Melanie Weston doing at this diner?" I yell at her. I almost feel bad as she looks up at me with fear in her eyes, but the guilt soon disappears.

"She works here, Parker," Aunt Amy says, not looking up from her tomatoes.

"Can you fire her?" I ask. She can't work here. I work here. I am forced to work here.

"No. She is a trusted waitress that is loved by everyone. I would have fewer customers if I fired her!" she speaks loudly this time.

"Aunt Amy, please."

"No. What does it matter anyway?"

"Nothing, Can I not work at the diner?" I say under my breath. This is going to be pure hell. Why do I have to help out at the diner? It isn't mine.

"No, we had a deal Parker. Now get to work. You and Melanie are doing the tables," she says dismissively, putting the tomatoes on the burgers, "starting now."

I let out a loud groan and glare at my aunt as she hands the plates to me. "There won't be a problem, right Parker?" she asks with a smile that says I will make your life hell if you don't behave. I have been with her for three days and she is already acting like my mother. Mom, I think and my frown deepens.

"No Aunt Amy. Never," I say, my voice full of more emotion than intended.

She hits both plates into my hand and says, "Table 12 is waiting. If you need anything, I'm sure Melanie will be happy to help you."

And with that, I am pushed out of the kitchen by my controlling aunt and into the hellhole I call my life.

"PARKER!! STOP!!!" She screams as I throw her over my shoulder and run towards the waves that crash up against the shore. I hear her laugh and she doesn't bother to fight me as she falls into the sea. Her red hair is everywhere and she looks at me with anger.

"Why did you do that? I was having such a good hair day!" She yells at me, but I know deep down that she doesn't care. It didn't matter to me either way what her hair looked like. She was breathtaking.

She looks at me with mischievous eyes and before I can think about what she might be doing, she runs at me and pushes me with all her might. I didn't expect it and crashed into the waves, tasting the salt on my lips, and shaking my wet hair out like a dog all over her. She screamed and tried running away from me, but both of us knew she didn't stand a chance. I ran after her and after ten steps I wrapped my arms around her once again.

"Caught." I whisper in her ear.

Her attempts were...cute...but no one could run away from me. She was breathing heavily and turned around to look at me with her big blue eyes. Looking at her, being with her, made me go crazy. This wasn't right. I was 15.

"Parker..." she breathed out my name and I almost lost all of my self-control.

We stare at each other for what seemed like forever. But suddenly, I'm knocked into the sand with Melanie on top of me.

"Caught." she whispers in my ear.

I shook my head back and forth, trying to rid myself of my memories of her. But it didn't work, they kept coming back.

I placed the plates on Table 12 and the elderly couple smiled at me, and then looked at each other with such love that it scared me. Once, I thought I might have something like that in my future. But I knew now that that was just a dream. It was just a hope, just wishful thinking.

I walked away and I leaned on the counter, having a free moment. I spotted Melanie on the other side of the diner, talking to a guy that was probably 21, with a leather jacket, piercings and tattoos. I instantly hated him, my hands turning into angry fists. She talked with him, not even taking his order, him flirting with her animatedly. Her red hair was falling out of its braid, but she didn't seem to care at all. She smiled genuinely at the asshole and I couldn't take it any longer. I was such a fool. She really hadn't changed.

I slammed the counter with my fist and turned into the kitchen, ready to finish this shift and go home, and never see her red hair ever again.

Sooo that's chapter 4. I kind of liked this one, feel free to tell me what you think. Please comment or vote, or read, but any feedback at all would be amazing. Thank you so much for actually reading this! You all get a big hug!

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