Mind Games

Chapter 1

"Are you kidding me right now?" Her glare spoke more than what she wanted to say.

"I'm sorry miss but we gave away all the left over food tonight." The café owner said as he was shutting the doors, "Try again tomorrow sweet cheeks!" Well I guess I won't eat tonight fücking básterd, she thought. I am here every single night, and he still claims he doesn't remember me? What an aşş.

The days weren't so bad, it was the nights that she secretly suffered. London was known for it's chilly weather. The coats helped, but not by much. It was at night she allowed herself to be vulnerable. To let her true feelings come out.

And some nights, she did cry. She'd scream even. Scream to the heavens mostly for just letting people live this way. For not giving them another option, the option for a good life. A better life.

But tonight, tonight she didn't feel anything. She was physically numb from all emotion running through her body. She didn't even think about sleeping. Her legs just carried her to a place she loved to be. Her happy place. Brockwell Park.

Her memories of this park came flooding back, just like every other time she would come. Her fingers gliding over the big yellow slide. The familiar crunch of the mulch under her worn out shoes. The smell of the freshly cut grass. This was as close to a home as she had ever gotten. It was a constant to her.

It was just past 10 o'clock when she finally sat down on a bench to rest her feet. You can't stay here all night, Adele. But a quick nap won't hurt anyone.

It was 6 a.m. when she woke up from the sun beginning to make the earth brighten for the day. "Shït! I wasn't suppose to sleep that long." With a yawn, she decided it wasn't all that bad. It was after all the first full night she had slept in weeks.

Adele slowly picked herself up from the bench, and noticed a sharp pain in her lower back. This is what you get for sleeping on a wooden bench you dumbaşs!  She shoved the pain to the back of her mind and started off on her daily ruitine.

She was grateful at times like this. When the water slid from her hair down to her body. She loved being clean. She made sure her finger nails were exempt of any dirt. Her face free of mud. The water was cold, but it was better than nothing in times of need.

After a bath, she felt like a new person. Like there was hope in the world she had made for herself. Hope that one day, she would be living it up and not here. Not anywhere near here.

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He took a bite of the bland breakfast, just like he did every morning. He wore the same white button down shirt with his sleeves rolled half way up. His black slacks coming to rest at the perfect length along his built legs.

His Fossil watch beeped with the reminder of his early morning meeting. With a roll of his eyes, he left his bowl on the table and dragged his feet across the deep colored granite floor.

Did I really dream about her again last night? She is haunting my dreams. Why was she running away from me? Why don't I ever remember her face?  Why do I keep dreaming about h- .

"Simon, are you hearing me?" He suddenly came back to reality. Shït. No.

"Yes, continue please Rachel." I really need to pay attention. But how can I? I just need to see her face. She has such soft hair. I can feel it, whipping my face as she is running from me. It's the best color, ginger with a hint of blonde. In the light, it shines brighter than the sun. Damn, why can't I remember her face!

"Simon! If I am wasting my breath than maybe I should just leave." She had made her way around the table to stand right beside him. Her tight figure doing absolutely nothing for him, he sighed and decided he would actually listen to this meeting. He wouldn't think about her. He willed himself to focus on anything but her.

The meeting only led to more meetings and by 7 o'clock he was done. Done with listening. Done with arguing. Just done.

"Hey Joseph, I think I'll walk today. I just need some fresh air and some time. I'll meet you back at home." His driver flashed him a slight nod and was off to the skyscrapper Simon called home.

He set off in on direction, kicking rocks on the sidewalk with his hands burried deep in his pockets. Who is she? What does she want with me? A café? How did I end up here? And he walked in.

He ordered a black coffee with two sugars. Just the way he liked it. He sat down in a booth and enjoyed the dim lights in the place. It reminded him of the restaurants he went to when he was a kid.

He saw a woman walk in and smile at the cashier. The cashier went into the back and gave her a tray of food and some orange juice. She didn't even pay for it. He just.. gave it to her.

She thanked him and made her way to the back of the café, giving him a polite smile as she passed him in his booth. She was very beautiful. Her full lips. Her pale skin. Her ginger hair. Ginger hair.

He turned around as she was walking away and got a glimpse of the back of her head. It's her. It's the girl. All of a sudden, his memory came back. He had seen her before. At his favorite park months ago. She was sitting on the bench, listening to the birds sing their songs.

She had noticed him staring, but she didn't seem to mind it. It was like she was used to people staring at her. Judging her for her actions. But he wasn't. He was just admiring her beauty. The way she seemed to connect with the songs that everyone else ignored.

He stayed there for an hour, just watching her bask in the nature. He hadn't seen her since that day, so he just naturally forgot about her. But here she was, in this café that he just so happened to stumble across on his way home.

She didn't seem to remember him either. But he wanted to change that. He wanted to get to know her. She seemed interesting and complex. Almost like a challenge. He liked a challenge.

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So Simon finally put a face with his mystery woman.. what will happen next? Tell me what you think!