"Who started it?" Jessica asks as we stopped for a red light.
"She did. One moment she's frozen and then the next she's on top of me." I explained with frustration as my scalp burns.
"Well, I guess they both got to get on top of you one way or the other." She says as she turns to a McDonalds' drive thru.
"My head hurts so bad." I said. Massaging it with my hand.
"Awe, Ash." She says while gently stroking my hair and looks me in the eyes. "I really don't care, anyway what do you want?" She says and then looks at the menu from the side.
"We literally get the same thing every time we go to McDonalds." I rolled my eyes.
"You're such a boring bitch? Ugh, how about James do you want me to get him something?" She always thinks about my little brother like its also hers.
My little brother is only 14 and he doesn't really know what my work is, he thinks that I work as a waitress and that's about it. I don't know what his reaction would be if I tell him.
He would probably runaway. I know I would.
"I'll pay you, just get him the same as what we're having." I said as I looked in the mirror of the car.
I look a lot like my mother, she had a delicate face yet her eyes can kill a man. I looked up to her.
***
"Are you gonna be okay?" Jess says as she pulls over the front of my apartment.
"Yeah, I'll see you at work." I grabbed James' BigMac and McFlurry for his lunch and opened the door.
"See you bitch." She says chuckling afterwards as she drives off.
This isn't the first time I came home with scratches and bruises on my face. My brother is just too naïve and innocent to actually figure out that I don't just have these from falling and slipping.
I pressed the comms outside the building to buzz our room. The apartment building is nothing special, it's not that far away from where I work but not too close as I'm scared of my brother or his friends seeing me.
"Hello?" I hear my brothers voice.
I took a deep breath and smiled "It's Ashley let me in, I've got something for you." I need to pretend to sound and look happy when I'm around my brother.
Last time I went to his parents evening I was told that he's still not very sociable, basically means that he's being bullied but the teachers are just too in over their head thinking that that school is where saints are created.
But I try not to pry too much when it comes to his personal issues. He'll talk to me when he's ready.
***
"Oh wow, I was worried that I'm gonna have biscuits for lunch." He says as he grabs the bag and sits in the sofa with his cat Jerome. Never really knew why or where he got that random name.
"Well today's a good day for you, Jess bought it." Him and Jess get along very well. They both seem to be very positive despite this shitty world.
"Do you want some?" He says offering me some fries as I sat next to him petting Jerome.
"I already had some." I said.
We don't have a TV, we can't afford it but I have this 2 years old laptop where we watch movies and TV series illegally.
We spent the whole Saturday afternoon watching Game of Thrones.
James is obsessed with the show, I just don't get it? One moment it's about this insane and brutal killings then the next it's a woman riding a dragon.
James likes it so I like it. He tells me who the characters are and then explains to me their back stories. I pretend that I'm interested, I nod my head from time to time.
At one point he cried when the blonde rode the dragon. I mean he tried to hide it but he was sniffing afterwards.
After we watched what seemed to be hundreds of hours I stood up.
"Alright I'm gonna go to work in an hour I'm gonna take a shower." I told James as I left the sofa Jerome scratches as a part time job.
***
I turned the shower on, the cold water slides down my arm as I stood away from it waiting for the temperature to get warmer. It takes a while.
When the heat was just right I stepped in, feeling it run from my scalp to my ankles.
The scratches hurt but what else is new.
I stood there just frozen, eyes closed while my mind wonders off into the distance.
I used to think that my life would be something I'd read out of books, with accomplishments and stories worth telling.
I used to think that I'm gonna grow up with a good job, a nice house, a handsome man who loves me no matter what with a big cock that'll always leave me drooling.
I used to think that I'll have friends that I can go to different countries with and just travel around the world drinking champagne on the Eiffel Tower.
When I was younger, I once threw a penny on one of those fountains.
I wished for a lot of things.
I wished I had bigger boobs.
I wished my hair was blonde.
I wished that I'll find a Prince Charming kissing me back to life.
But now if I get the chance I'll wish I never wished for those stupid things and wished that I'll get ready for the reality of life.
I wish.
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After millions of fucking years I finally uploaded. Sorry about that.
Lately I've been feeling empty and like something's missing so I just thought I'll give writing a go again.
Kent.
