Dawn

chapter 2

      The events of this morning replayed through my head as I put discarded clothes back on their hangers. My boss decided that I deserved to be on changing room duty for turning up three minutes late to work. Out of all the jobs in the store, this was by far the most mind numbing. The only plus side was that it gave me time to try and figure out what exactly had happened to me earlier. I had never let my anger get the better of me that way before in my life, I had never been a fighter. I had always found it easier to walk away or just let fate take control. I could feel the rage bubbling in my gut. It was nothing like the rage that consumed me earlier, but it still lingered deep inside. My hand still throbbed a little and every now and then my hands would shake for a second or two. All I knew was I couldn't afford to get into any trouble right now. After having my last meeting with my social worker, Cheryl and Scott agreed to let me stay with them for the unforeseen future, if I was working and could pay rent. My social worker was currently looking for a council property for me to move in to if needed. I was hoping to stay where I was until I could save up enough money to rent a flat, but that was a long way off.

"Excuse me," I heard someone saying breaking me from my thoughts.

I turned around to see three over made up, stuck up girls. The dark-haired girl in the front seemed to be the boss of the group and the two behind her looked as though they were attempting to look just like her. It made me want to chuckle, they reminded me so much of Sophia, just older. I could quite easily see her being just like them when she grew up.

"How can I help you?" I asked putting on a fake smile.

"Well duh, we want to try on these clothes obviously. Why else would we be standing by the changing rooms?" the leader replied rolling her eyes at me. "I swear this store only hires the dumbest people," she smirked at her friends making them laugh.

Feeling the rage inside me begin to rise again, I took a deep breath and made my fake smile even bigger.

"Certainly, how many items do you each have?" I asked trying to concentrate on the job at hand.

"I have six and they have three and four," the leader replied.

I turned back around and pick up their numbers before turning back around.

"The cubicles at the far end on the left are currently available. If you need any help please do not hesitate to ask," I said before turning and getting back to hanging up the rest of the clothes.

"I'm surprised she knew what those numbers were, they were scraping the bottom of the barrel when they hired her," I heard the leader say as they entered the changing rooms, her little lackeys laughing loudly at her remark.

From nowhere a growled rumble from my chest and the hanger, I had in my hand snapped in my hand. The rage inside me was rising once more. It was becoming harder to control, my hands began to tremble, and I could feel my temperature rising. I looked down at the broken hanger in shock before closing my eyes and gripping the rail in front of me. I tried to count slowly to ten, but it wasn't working, once I got to ten I just kept on going.

"Hello, there. Wakey, wakey anybody home," I heard a familiar voice say. "See I told you she was nothing but an idiot. Christ, what have I got to do to get some service around here," she continued making me snap.

I span around quickly and gripped her by the throat tightly. Her two little lackeys screamed loudly, causing the rest of the store to stop and stare at us.

"I dare you to call me stupid again," I growled out.

Her eyes began to bulge as she squirmed in my hand. As she continued to panic the realisation of what I was doing finally hit me. I loosened my grip on her just as my boss Garret and two security guards came rushing over.