Smother [h.s]

two

Author's Note: I have another song posted with this chapter. I'll try to have either a video/song or picture that goes along with every chapter.

I slowly turned the knob on the bathtub to the right. Water rushed out of the spout. I stripped, leaving behind a pile of clothes while I stepped into the tub. Hot water kissed my cold skin as I sank deeper into the bubbly water. The steam seemed to clear out my mind. My thoughts disappeared into oblivion while I just laid there.

This night. The events that happened. The mystery man.

Memories from New York came back.  The way that disgusting man touched me.  Hurt me.  Just like Tyler did.   Although, when Tyler hurt me he had always categorized his actions as "love".

As I soaked, I tried to forget the events and tried to focus on the mystery man.  His calloused hands.  His bright, green, captivating eyes.  They burned holes into my brain.  I don't think I would ever forget the way his eyes locked with my scared ones as he helped me escape. 

After I was satisfied with my bath, I stood up to get dressed into a oversized t-shirt and blue polka-dotted shorts.  I wiped the remaining makeup off of my face and pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail.  My quiet feet took me to the dusty kitchen where I found an old bottle of wine.  I contemplated whether I should drink or not, but at this point, I had every reason to. 

I poured the red liquid into an old glass that I had found in the cupboards.  I took my glass, and the rest of the bottle, into a room.  I pulled back the duvet and slid into the cold and lonely bed.  I stared out the window, looking into the lit up city.  1 am rolled around when I found myself getting tired.  With the bottle of wine finished, I laid down and closed my eyes.  I drifted until I found a peaceful slumber.

~ Next Day ~

I awoke to the sun shining, and the busy city making loud noises.  My sleepy, sad eyes opened to see my surroundings.  That's when everything came flooding back to me.

Everything about last night suddenly all came crashing back into my brain.  My head pounded and a massive headache casted its presence over me.  I groaned while deciding it was time to get up and start looking for a job.  19 isn't a great age to be at.  I graduated from high school almost two years ago, but I never went to college.  After the incident, I fled Seattle and went to New York.   And that's where I met Tyler.  That's also when everything got worse.  So really, college has been out of the question because of past events and the lack of money. 

I took a very hot shower hoping to cleanse every ounce of New York and that man off of me.  I stepped out as steam clouded my vision.  An old towel found itself around my body. I walked into the bedroom and rummaged through my clothes. I pulled out some black jeans, along with a mustard yellow top with a black leather jacket. I decided to pair all of these things with black combat boots. I had to look semi-nice so I could look like I was "job-material".

After dressing myself and letting my hair dry, I applied some light makeup and then made my way out to the living room. There was hardly any food here, and most of it was two years old. I quickly threw everything into the garbage, wanting a fresh start. Grocery shopping. Good God, I sound like an actual adult.

After I finished the task, I looked at the clock and grabbed my wallet, phone, and keys while hurrying myself to get out the door.

As I walked out of the apartment building, the sun and chilly air hit me like a train. The wine from last night must've really gotten to me. I started walking down the street, looking at random businesses to see if they needed help. I eventually found myself walking into this little café, which seemed pretty popular taking the fact that there were about 15 people in here.

As I walked in, I put on my fake-happy smile.  This was going to be a long day.

I walked up to the counter and asked, "Do you have any open jobs?".

"Actually, yes. We could use all the help we can get. We only have about two other people working here, and as you can see, our customer to employee ratio is not very good," said a thin, older woman. "Any way, have you had any experience in making coffees or any drink in that matter? Also, what about your pastry-making skills?"

"Yes to the coffee and drink part, and I can most definitely try for the pastries. I'm not too bad of a chef," I said, chuckling at the end. I really needed a job and I needed to sound as enthusiastic as I could. "This job would mean everything to me, please consider."

"Well, you've got me sold. You have the job. You start tomorrow at $11.00 an hour. Come around 8 am sharp. Oh and by the way, my name is Jane, hence the title, 'Jane's Café '," the woman said with a warm smile.

"Thank you so much. I won't let you down," I said, while my body burst with joy.

Jane gave me a small nod, while I smiled back at her.  I decided to stay a bit and try the food I was going to be serving. I ordered a medium coffee, with a hint of peppermint, along with a blueberry muffin. I took a seat over near a window facing the city. Jane set my order on the table in front of me as I said a quiet 'thank-you'.

I liked this quiet solitude I was in at the moment. Everything that happened before this day suddenly seemed out of reach, untouchable. My smile faltered and I ate in peace. The only noise was the scraping of newspapers and the quiet voice of the news reporter on the TV. Everyone in this café seemed to be perfectly content. Maybe coming back was the right idea?

The bell of the door rang out, but it did not cease my focus on the buzzing city that was right outside of this window. A simple, glass barrier separating me and this familiar, but new city.

"Good to see you, Harry. The usual?", I heard Jane ask. I looked over to see a mop of curls upon a tall man's head. Jane handed him the coffee as he looked around for an open place to sit. His green eyes locked with my blue ones. He gave me a smirk, while I gave him a double-take.

My savior from the night before. He was here. I found him again.

My eyes followed him as his large feet carried him my way. Then, all of a sudden, his body was in front of mine. Equals.

We just sat and looked at each other for a good 15 seconds before he spoke up.

"Glad to see you safe. I'm Harry.", said a raspy, accented voice.

Harry.

The man who saved me.

Harry.

[ HEY EVERYONE IM SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT :( Any way, here's the second chapter, as promised, even thought I have only like 10 viewers lol. I hoped you liked this chapter. It's Harry and Sienna's first meeting and this is where everything changes. Comment your thoughts! :)
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