Our Beautiful Remains

Starbucks Complications

Hiiiiiii c:

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“Oh come on, don’t be like that. You’re a beautiful young lady.” Andy said.

“I’m not young, I’m 18, that isn’t young.” I complained.

“I’m 21, your young compared to me.” Andy chuckled.

“But there is only 3 years between us.” I said giggling a bit.

“I’m glad you see it that way.” Andy smirked and we carried on walking towards wherever the hell we were going.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Starbucks.” His simple reply somehow made me feel worse. I had a bad experience in a Starbucks in this area before. I don’t want to re-live the memory that woke me up every night for 2 years since I was 15. I was only 15 and this happened to me.

~flashback~

“Come on Alexis! I want my frappe.” Tate complained to me. He took my hand and pulled me onto his back.

“So we get one day in town a month away from the hell hole and this is how you want to spend this month’s day out?” I asked him.

“Hell yeah.” He beamed and held onto one of my hands in front of him.

“Okay!” I giggled and held onto Tate and buried my head in his hair.

We arrived at Starbucks and Tate put me down by the door.

“I’m paying.” He winked at me.

“No, no you’re not.” I giggled back.

“Come on, pleeaaasssseeeee!” he begged.

“No.” I refused.

“Fine.” He scowled and we both walked through the door and sat in a booth.

I looked up to Tate’s face, admiring his deep brown eyes and the ever so silky black hair that flipped over his eyes and his perfectly white, straight teeth.

“How do I deserve you?” I whispered to myself.

“what do you want?” he asked me, smiling.

“Strawberries and cream frappe please.” I smiled.

“I agree.” He smiled.

The waiter came up to me and Tate and asked what we wanted.

“One extra-large strawberries and cream frappe with 2 straws.” He ordered.

“Okay then, anything else? Food?” she asked writing down our order.

“A piece of chocolate cake please with two forks.” Tate answered. The lady walked off and I beamed at what Tate asked for, he knew chocolate cake was my most favourite food ever but I rarely ever had it. I rarely ever ate anything to be honest.

“I want to work here when I’m older.” Tate smiled and watched the waitresses and waiters attending to all the customers.

I rested my hand on the table in front of me and Tate put his hand on top of mine. How could he love me with all the scars I have? I asked myself. I ‘m nowhere near close to being perfect yet he loves me with every ounce of his being. How?

“Why do you love me so much?” I asked look down at mine and Tate’s hands.

“Because Alexis, I love every part of your personality. You are a very loving and caring girl and I can’t stand to see you upset or crying. All of the scars you have only make you more perfect to me because without those scars, you wouldn’t be you.” A tear rolled down my cheek and Tate wiped it away with his thumb and kissed my forehead sweetly. “Plus I think the scar on your lip looks like a new moon and I find that so cute.” He laughed a little and I got out a giggle. I had the scar from the car crash and it was on my lower lip on the left hand side. I also had a scar on my belly from a pole that went through me when the car crashed. I have more but I would rather not explain.

“Here is your drink and cake.” The lady put the food down on the table and I smiled up at her.

Just as the waitress was walking away I overheard her whispering to herself.

“Young love, I remember when it was all that easy.” I smiled at the irony.

I smiled a bit more and put my lips around one of the straws while Tate did the same. I slurped up a bit and started to feel brain freeze coming on.

“EVERYONE GET DOWN! NOW! ON THE FLOOR!” a man shouted, he had a black balaclava over his head and a gun held in his arms. I dropped under the table with Tate and held onto him for dear life.

I heard the gun go off multiple times and then some feet walked past our table and then the body those feet belonged to dropped right in front of me. It was the waitress who served us.

I screamed a glass breaking, ear hurting scream and began furiously sobbing into Tate’s chest.

Glass was shattered and bodies lay on the floor.

There were a couple of people under the table opposite us and the man from under that table stood up and Tate followed him.

“Noooo! Tate! Get back here!” I shouted and screamed while trying to hold myself together still remaining under the table.

“It will be okay Alexis, I will be fine.” I peered out from under the table and watched Tate and this other boy, maybe 17 years old both walk towards this man with the gun with their hands above their heads.

“Why are you doing this?” the other boy asked.

The gun man didn’t reply and he merely just held the gun pointed at the young boy.

“Come on man, there is a reason for this and we are here to listen.” Tate said, I took in the sound of his strong, brave voice realising this could be one of the last times I hear this beautiful sound.

“Shut up! I will shoot him if you don’t just shut up!” the gun man screamed. I cried and cried, not wanting this to be real. ‘It’s a nightmare, it’s only a nightmare’ I repeated in my head trying to wake myself up… I was already awake. This was real. Tate was as good as dead.

“No, we are here to listen mate.” The other boy said. At that moment the gun man pointed his gun at Tate. I hid under the table not wanting to hear, see or feel what happened next. I put my hands over my head and began shaking.

“We can work this out. Please put the gun down.” Tate said, I heard a little bit of fear make its way into his voice, a fist connected with Tate’s face and then Tate just stood there… no reaction.

“No.” the gunman replied with no emotion and then he shot the gun. I saw an arm drop in front of the table I was under and saw the infinity sign I drew on the wrist of the arm, and the matching one I had. It was Tate.

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The flashback will carry on into the next chapter c:

Listening to – Break Down The Walls by Asking Alexandria

 ~ToxicMelody