Fiona is seventeen years old. All her life she's heard the words 'I Love You' but she has also always believed in the quote 'Actions speak louder than words'. What will be the turning point of Fiona's life. Will it be a never ending cycle of depres...
"Fiona table 4.Go! Go! Pas de temps à perdre, temps est argent,que vous savez!"
Bastard
It's lunch time. Which means a full house at Bonjour Cafè. It was a small coffee shop about a fifteen minute walk from where I live. Inside had a fancy but relaxing feeling to it.
The walls had a background of a tree with pinkish looking leaves there were different varieties of sitting area but the whole theme for seating was black chairs and wooden inspired tables.
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It is hard for me to focus today. This is just because what my mother said to me last night still haunted me every few seconds. And though she apologized to me this morning...
Flashback
If it is one thing I hate it has definitely got to be being late for work. Rushing to the bathroom I hurried and showered and throw on my working uniform. It was nothing fancy but just consisted of a plain black pants, white t-shirt and apron with the words 'Bon Apetit' written on it which i'Il would throw on once I arrived at the restaurant.
Picking up my bag I rushed downstairs and head to the kitchen to grab an apple. Just as i reached the door I noticed the person standing by the counter. Not wanting to face her I quickly turned around but she had already notice my presence.
"wait!" she shouted as she ran over to me and stood in front of the door therefore stopping me from leaving. " I'm so sorry darling. I didn't mean it I swear, it's just that....i-i-i- you don't deserve this but.. I love you. "
..... I knew it was a matter of time before i event similar to this one replayed itself.
Finally arriving at my assigned table I notice a guy who doesn't look much older than I am there.
"Finally" he whispered.
"Good Afternoon sir. Sorry for the wait, My name i-"
"Just stop. I'll take the shrimp pasta and a glass of Fruit Juice. That's it and please make it snappy." he said quite rudely .
Gosh.. who stuck his panties up his ass.
Scribbling down his order onto my notepad I hurried and bring his order to the chef. Just about 10 minutes later Dickface's order was complete and i brought it over to his table.
"Will that be all sir?"
" Yes. Just get out of my sight. I don't want you anywhere near me right now."
And that was all it take to have me dashing for the restroom where i cried my eyes out.
$$$$
I took the rest of the day off.
I know it was probably not a good idea and it just proved to me how weak I actually am, but I didn't feel strong enough,mentally,to take on the rest of the day.
Additionally I decided to face my fears and contacted my dad so that I could spend a couple days with him.
Upon arriving to his house. I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. My father lives in a beautiful two storey house with my step-mom,step-sister, step-brother and my two younger sisters.
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Finally the door opened and I was engulfed in a tight hug by my step mom.
"Your father is in the living room," she said. "Just go right in, dinner should be done in an hour."
I walked quickly to the room and found my father sitting and watching his favourite types of videos on YouTube.
"Hey daddy"
"Oh hi baby. How are you?"
"I'm fi-"
"Oh that's great baby. You can Sit done."
$$$$$
After sitting in silence for 40 minutes, we finally sat at the dinning table to eat.
My step mom decided to Cook Chinese and it was simply delicious. She always was a great cook.
On the dull side my father has been very grumpy. He would make complaints every five minutes or try to make arguments over simple things.
"Why are you being this way hun?" My step mom asked. But he didn't reply he just had sat with a frown attached to his face.
Getting annoyed I asked him why, "Why won't you smile father?"
He glared at me and answered. "You. Your the reason I wont smile."
An awkward atmosphere surrounded the table as my mood fell and everyone remained silent. It was even as if the babies understood what was going on as not a single sound escaped their mouths. I stared at my father ,shocked, as I watched his face fall in guilt.
"Look baby.. I'm sorry, I love you so m-"
"Save it dad. Excuse me."
With that I stood and dashed upstair to the guest room and lock the door.
I weakly walked over to the bed and laid down. There I did what I do best......
