I didn't know why but that night I decided to look at my reflection. Trace the bruises and scars on my pale face that had been given to me by someone I thought I loved. My blue eyes were no longer the distinctive part of my face, a deep scar that ran over my eyebrow was a constant reminder of my home, my prison.
My boyfriend Justin had just walked in, he was not in a good mood, he'd spent the day drinking; as he always does. "Hey babe, good day?" I asked quietly. "Don't talk to me" he uttered, pushing past me. I sighed and walked to the kitchen, cooking always made me feel better, I always tried to make new and exotic dishes but Justin would throw them away and tell me to make him something else. I pulled out a pre-made packet of pasta and some sauce, the cupboards were of course bare ever since Justin was out of a job.
I had made his favourite (steak) but soon as I see him I drop the plate. "WHAT THE FUCK" shouts Justin.
"Baby I'm so so sorry"I beg . He kicks me , then suddenly knocks me out.
A few hours later .
Woah what happened? I then try to stand up but my ass was sore.
Then I see clothes everywhere.
Then I see a condom wrapper on the floor.
"Oh no" I whispered. Justin was not there so I grab all my stuff and money and I buck it.
I make it outside and I run as far as I can, then I see a poster for a new job.
It reads:
Help wanted as a local bartender.
Come and see the manager (Mr.Edward. Fischbach)
To apply for the job.
I found were the job was needed and I asked to see the manager for the job. I was nervous because I never had been here.
"Mr Sean William McLoughlin."calls the manager.
I go into his office.
"Hello I'm Mr Fischbach"he greets.
He had a deep smooth voice , his hair was like fire ,a bright red, his eyes dark brown.
"Hi I'm Sean but people call me Jack".
