Another Broken Road

Chapter 1: Sweet Innocence

Extremely unedited!

Alright so here is another warning for you: this is a mature story full of things that shouldn't be read by anyone under 18. Or immature people who can't handle reading sex, drugs, abuse, and other similar things. Now onto the cool stuff for me to say! Above is the picture/actress I had in mind for Jasmine! In the next chapter I will put one for Shane! Now go! Read on!

I dried my hands on the dish towel and turned to view around the work room. It was small but I guess that was the point on why employees were not supposed to sit in here on their breaks.

Those pesky nervous butterflies fluttered in my belly and I couldn't seem to calm myself down. It wasn't like this was my first time working here but before at least I was only training. I had to prove my worth by trying to get the job done efficiently and quickly. I sighed and finally made my way out of the room towards the elevator. The ding sound echoed across the floor and I scrambled quickly inside the moving death machine. I kept thinking to myself I should have taken the stairs.

I pushed the 3 button and the ride seemed to take forever but eventually the elevator stopped and I was walking out towards to where the kitchen was on the narrow hallway they called a floor. Each door I passed had residents names on them and a little background in their life. I smiled and did my best to feel excited to work today.

That's when my walking ended but I wasn't in front of the kitchen but in front of the Medication Technicians room. A man, a very handsome one at that, was looking through some papers until his eyes looked up to meet mine. I held my breath because those eyes weren't just one color. They were brown but with swirls of blue in them.

"You must be the new girl," he said to me and flashed me a kind smile, "I swear you caregivers are getting younger and younger. How old are you?"

I tried to find my voice and I felt nervous being around such an attractive man, "I am 21 years old, sir."

"My name is Shane," he corrected me and looked honestly surprised, "really? You don't look any older than 16 to be honest."

"I get that often," I told him with a weak and awkward laugh. I shifted uncomfortably where I was standing, I knew that he was staring at me and I always get insecure when people did that.

"So what's your name?" he asked me finally after a short moment of silence.

"Jasmine," I said quickly and I managed to look in his eyes again. He was staring at me like I was something to eat, "so how old are you?"

"Old enough," he teased me lightly, "you have to guess my age."

"Oh um 30?" I tried my first guess and tugged at the end strands of my hair.

"Nope," he chuckled and closed his paperwork book, "only one guess a day."

I rolled my eyes and he seemed to have a darker glint in his eyes. One that made me squirm, "so um I guess I am early. Do you know when my partner will be here?"

"Anytime before 3pm," he shrugged, "just gives us more time to talk."

Was he flirting with me? No, that can't be, who would want to flirt with me?