Live Your Life

Two

Sitting on the coach wearing a pair of black, thick frame Ray Bans with his head resting against the window as he gazed out at the small town that soon appeared in his vision. Caleb, twenty-eight, never thought that he would be living in a small American town that was completely different from the city life that he was used to. Moving from England two years ago, Caleb had moved around the country not settling down in one place, the last place that he settled was Manhattan where he worked as a barman but he wanted a change, a change away from the big city, he wanted something simple so instead of researching places, he jumped on the coach and decided that he'll pick the town that he wants to settle for a while when he sees it.

Like Elena, he didn't have the best life, being brought up in a small village in England by his abusive father and his timid mother, Caleb would get constant beatings from his father, especially after having a drink. Coming home from school every day was utter dread for Caleb, full of fear and dread of what abuse his father would produce this time. But when he reached the age of sixteen, he packed his bags and left the home, trying to convince his mother to come with him, too afraid of his father she declined staying behind and living with the constant physical and mental abuse he would unleash every day. Living on the streets had been terrifying even for six months or so before Caleb earned enough money from working in public houses where he collected glasses and cleaned tables. Most of the people that he lived on the streets of Manchester were drug users, alcoholics, beggars and those who stole in order to get their next fix or something to eat. When he earned enough money to buy him a place to live, to rent a small room in order to keep warm and have a roof over his head that was when Caleb began to move around, from place to place, city to city and by the time he reached the age of twenty-six he got on the plane and left the country to start a new life, even if it meant him living on the streets once more, if it meant that he was far away from his abusive father then he would do anything.

The coach arrived at the town as it slowly drove down the small streets leading into the main area of the town. Caleb glanced to the side as he looked out of the window towards the harbour and the endless sea separating the town from the rest of the country. The coach docked in a small lay by where the passengers of the coach climbed off with their cameras around their necks taking photos of the small, unique harbour town. He leaned up and placed his muscular arms on the back of his own seat and the seat in front of him as he pulled himself up to see how many people were getting off the coach. Everybody had grabbed their bags that contained their money and phones leaving behind their bags which contained all of their clothes and belongings. Gazing through the window on the opposite side of the coach Caleb could see the rest of the small town with a smallest population of people that he's ever seen in a town, and that was quite small for him considering he was from a small village in England. But he liked what he seen. The town was petite and looked like a happy place. He stood up rising to his six foot two frame, arched over slightly as he curved his back trying not to hit his head on the storage unit above his head. He reached up and grabbed his duffle bag and headed down the aisle where he climbed off the coach, planting his black, high-top sneakers on the floor.

He took a step to the side as he looked at the town in front of him, he tipped his sunglasses down slightly as his piercing blue eyes peered over them. A smirk of happiness appeared on his face as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose where he pushed off from the ground and headed towards the town.

Walking down the small populated streets of the town he peered into the small, family owned businesses that flooded the main street of the town. His eyes were immediately directed towards the small bar on the corner which overlooked the harbour. As he arrived at the bar he noticed a white sign hanging in the window with 'bar staff needed' written in bold, capital letters sprawled across the sign. He smirked and stepped into the bar, taking off his glasses and hooking them onto his grey, long sleeve t-shirt that hugged his muscular, toned body.