Post Traumatic

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Miranda’s POV

Jazzy stuck by me like glue for three days until I made it to the doctor. While I really appreciated her helping me it was starting to wear on me some. I am a people person and usually in a great mood but she was constantly asking me if I needed something or telling me to take it easy. She was smothering me. I am a free spirit and I need to breath, roam and fly my own way. Although her brother had agreed to help her I had not saw a thing out of him, yet. Really to be honest about the situation I hoped it stayed that way. He really frightened me and that was saying something because I am not generally afraid of people.

The doctor said that I was fine and healing just like I should and that I could talk once again but no yelling or screaming until I feel completely healed. Thank goodness he gave me that prognosis in front of Jazzy because as much as I love her if she doesn’t give me some room I will explode soon. Jazzy quickly said since I was okay again that she should get to work and I agreed whole heartedly. Relief swept over me as I entered my empty apartment. For some time I just sat on the sofa and contemplated what to do today after a while I decided to paint and make some tie dye shirts. To make a living I do all sorts of odd things. While I am a licensed hairdresser I only do that when money starts drying up in my other ventures. I have sold a few paintings and a ton of tie dye stuff.

Walking into my studio room I looked at the blank canvas in front of me. Closing my eyes I let my mind take over as I contemplated where to start the first brush stroke across the clean piece. All I could see was those green eyes. Opening my own eyes the brush seemed to have a mind of its own as I began working painfully slow on the canvas in front of me. Before I knew it, it had already passed midnight. Cleaning my brushes and palette I finally made it to my bed without bothering to take me clothes off I just crashed out.

Blake Pov

Sitting staring at these four walls is killing me. I have applied for 14 different jobs since I came home a month ago and not one interview has been thrown my way. If you ask me this a bunch of bull shit, I come home from hell protecting these pansy asses sitting behind their desks and what do I get not even the time of day, not even a chance. A knock sounds on my door. It pisses me off why won’t she just leave me the hell alone; like I need her pitiful looks and feeling sorry for me all the damn time.

“What,” I asked.

“Will you at least come out and have dinner with me. I am going to Pagleonis Pizzaria,” she told me knowing that before I left that was my favorite place to go.

“No, just bring me something back,” I said. I heard her huff on the other side of my door.

“Blake, I will not be an encourager of you hiding yourself away for the rest of your life,” she said quietly. Trying to reign in my anger knowing she was right I screamed out in my head.

“Fine, I will be down in five minutes,” I told her.

“Okay,” she said with excitement. I threw on the nearest clothing I could find and forced myself down the stairs to meet up with her.

As we entered the pizza place I scoped out the area finding a booth that faced the doorway that also didn’t have any other tables or booths behind it and quickly sat down there. I didn’t miss the odd look my sister gave me for the selection of the table. The waitress came over and took our order and picked up the menus.

“I think she likes you,” Jasmine told me.

“Who?” I asked not knowing who the hell she was referring to. Looking around I didn’t see anyone of interest anywhere near our table.

“The waitress silly and she is pretty too,” she said giving me a conspiratorial smile.

“J, you know I ain’t looking for a girl right now. I got too much shit up here to worry about,” I said motioning to my head.

“Maybe you just need to meet the right girl who could help you with all of that up there,” she bit back at me. The waitress soon came with our order and I checked her out. She was pretty; blonde hair, blue eyes, and a decent chest as well, that I noticed when she sat my soda in front of me.

“Will there be anything else?” she asked.

“Nope we are good thanks,” Jasmine told her.

“Well if you change your mind my name is Mandee,” she said as she motioned to the tag on her left breast. As she walked away I took a peek at her ass which seemed to sway quite a bit with her movement.

Jasmine leaned across the table. “I told you she likes you,” she said while grinning and grabbing a slice of the pizza.

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Still not really working on this one. This is just a little something that popped up.