The Unrevived

1 | A job well done

Setting: This place is an apartment, brick-walled, situated on the third floor, house no. 322. The house has two bedrooms, a fantastic view of Trineapolis and a space for two young girls.

Revi( short for Revina )

In revival God is not concerned about filling empty churches, he is concerned about filling empty hearts.
~Ravenhill

"Revi, could you get the clothes out of the dryer. You don't want to get late for work tomorrow so better do it today," said Rebecca.

Rebecca was my roommate. She was with me since we both had started college in St. Joseph schools of arts.
She was more than a roommate for me, she was my soul sister.
She took care of me like she would take care of her little sister, she was the sweetest.

"Revi, did you take the clothes out yet?"

"Going to Rebi. Just a second. I have to take care of the card Mrs Jones needed for her husband. What a pair they make, don't you think?"

I heard her move to the kitchen.
"Yes, they are one of the sweetest couples I have seen around but you should get to those clothes first.", said Rebecca with a laugh while also dropping our saucepan.

After finishing the card I stared at her working in the kitchen.
I was so fond of her. I Hope it stays that way. She is all I have and all I need to continue life as is.

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Long ago me, and my ex-father broke all our relations when my mother had left us.
He no longer existed for me and nor did I for him. Since then Rebi has been with me.

He was the worst form of a devil, he was the devil himself.

He drank relish till he was out of control. He partied with different ladies in different clubs and I don't even know how many relationships he had. He would come home after the parties, take my mother by her hair and drag her to his room.
He beat her a lot. Once I had seen my mother's beautiful face full of burns from here rooms oil lamp, a sight I had never forgotten.

By the time I could call for help or even try to stop him, the caretaker would lock me up in my room so I wouldn't know what's happening. During those times I had a habit of capturing everything on tape. Maybe my habit had gotten me the best evidence against him.

Then father would bash mother so much that her screams would echo everywhere in the house. It was painful to hear my mom go through this. She was strong for a woman, she kept fighting till her last breath but power was inevitable in front of her. She died fighting for my life and hers. Till now, those screams haunt me.

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I rushed out of our apartment with half a bagel in one hand and my bag in the other. I was racing to the transport bus stop as quick as possible.

The bus took some time due to traffic but I somehow reached the store with 2 minutes to spare.
As I got off the bus, I headed straight for the shop and opened the glass door.
Clark, the stores only owner and my boss stood behind the cashier counter.
He was cute, as some of my friends say, but I saw him as more of my brother.

Besides business, we both were close buddies. We spent much of our time together. He cracked almost all the jokes and I just laughed at them. I thought it was the opposite.
He would also sometimes come down to our apartment and have coffee, whenever he got time from the store's usual errands.

He stood there with his brown, moppy hair neatly brushed to the side, a navy blue button down shirt and a dark blue tie.
He held a coffee mug in one hand and our store's chequebook in the other. When he saw me come in, he smiled showing his teeth and greeted me, "Good morning Revina. Have you got Mrs Jones card ready yet?"

I moved to the counter to stand right in front of him.
"I sure did. You can say my whole weekend went in making the card for her."

He laughed. "Well, it at least helped you to be more creative and get that artist in you that's been hiding for years to come out."

That's why I loved him. He knew what to say at the right moment.

"So is our sales for this week's better than our last one?"
Clark smiled and said," It has risen but you never know ,we have to account today's earnings to settle the total amount."

"Hmm." I could take a break with so much work going on in the shop.

I then went to the back of the shop to gift wrap Mrs Jones card. It was her husband's birthday and she wanted to surprise him in the best way possible. It brought me to think that will I ever have that buddy who would understand me like Mr Jones does of his wife or will I be left lonely and driven to death like my mother?

The thought scared me. I hadn't even dated a guy yet and I am almost turning twenty.
All my friends in college have had at least one, leaving me on the sidelines. I was so alone without Rebi in college. I wasn't the popular one, not that I couldn't but I wasn't interested in so much attention.

Why so complicated!

I had by then finished the wrapping when I heard the store's bell ring.

Of course! It was Mrs Jones. Joy instantly arouse in me.
I had missed her over the weekend, she was like a second mother to me.

I, without looking rushed to hug her but then realized that the person I was hugging wasn't Mrs Jones at all.
Whoever it was I was hugging, had muscles to an extent as he would go to the gym every day.
I instantly pulled back and then fixed my glasses ( of course I have a pair). I had no words left to even apologize.

I had just hugged the cruellest guy in the city, JADEN TERRI.

Oh no. Not today, at least not when my life was going just fine and all of a sudden he comes along. Could things get worse!

"Is this how your staff greets there special customers or has your staff lost their brains. You know I have ways of fixing those too," he said glaring at me while I looked at him in embarrassment.

Jaden was one guy no one even dared to meddle with and now I proved myself an insane person in front of him. I didn't care what he thought but what he would do will scare the crap out of me.

What the shit man!

(authors note)

Oh, God!!!!!!!
This situation is like the ones you get when your enemy in school suddenly shows up in front of you with an ugly picture of you.

Might as well tell you, this story, in the end, will be more tangled then being as smooth as butter. Have you ever read a book with a dead end?
Probably this book might be the start of your confusion then. Hold your thoughts, my friend, you're on for an imagination ride.