Just Us

CHAPTER 2

Mila's POV

"Mom! I'm home!" I walked in to my house and immediately went to the kitchen

"Hey sweetie, how was school?" I looked into her eyes and saw she was tired. She was probably going around the house trying to make everything look perfect. That's exactly how she is. I am exactly the same. We have the same personality, but we look completely different. She always says I look like my father who left my mom when he found out I was pregnant. She says I have his dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, where as my mom has pale white hair and brown eyes.

"It was great!" I always tell my mom that I have a great school life because I don't want her to worry about me not being comfortable. That would just add on to the stress in her stress filled life. All I want is for her to get better and telling her my high school life is sucky, will not help.

"That's good honey. Do you have to work tonight?" She asked quietly.

I know that she hates that I have to work, but I also know that she can't work because she is to weak. She doesn't like to bring up my job because it make her feel guilty, but I don't blame her.

"Yes I have a shift at five." I usually work later shifts because I have to come make dinner for my mom and make sure she is comfortable.

My daily routine is wake up and go to school. Come home at 3:45 and make sure my mom has everything she needs. I make sure she takes her meds, make her dinner, set up her tv and bed, then I walk to the restaurant that I work at, which take 25 minutes to walk to. I work from 5-9. When I come home I eat what's left of my moms dinner, do all of my home work, and then shower and get to bed around 1:30. I have down time because I have so many responsibilities.

"Alright, well I'm going to get your meds and dinner ready. You can go watch tv. It'll be ready in thirty minutes." She nodded and walked to the living room.

Our house is pretty small. It's one floor with a small kitchen and a living room that's connected to the kitchen. We have one room and a walk-in-closet. My mom uses the room and my room is the walk-in-closet. I have a bed and a desk. My room isn't much but its enough. Then we have a bathroom and laundry room down the hall.

Our house is small, but it's more than what we could survive with and I'm grateful for having it.

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After I gave my mom her dinner and meds I got ready for work. My work uniform was a simply black skinny jeans and any dark blue or black shirt and sneakers.

I silently began my lonely walk. I have always hated this walk because there is so much time for me to think about all the horrible things in my life like Annica, my mom's cancer and the disgusting pervert I have for a boss.

His name is Matthew, Matt for short, and he is 32 years old. I won't lie, he is an attractive person, but I would never, ever, be interested in him. I say he is a pervert because he is always staring at my me or my ass. He says the creepiest things under his breathe to me and I get the worst vibe from him.

After a few lonely, silent minutes I make it to the restaurant. The place is called Richie's because that was the original owner of the restaurant

When I get inside I sign in and start taking peoples orders. After about an hour and half of my just serving, Matt shows up.

"Mila, can you please see me in my office!" He yelled across the back room.

I was reluctant, but knew I had to so I dragged my feet to he office

"Yes, Mr. Duncan." I had a sort of tone in my voice telling him that I wasn't in the mood to help make his fantasy of having a young girl have sex with him come true.

"How have you been doing today Mila?" When he said this his eyes trailed all over my body and stopped at my breasts.

I coughed loudly before I spoke and he moved eyes up to mine, "It has been fine but I should probably get back to work. There are customers waiting on me. I need to serve them."

"You could serve me." he said under his breath that I almost didn't hear him. Almost.

"Excuse me?" I was disgusted. This is what I meant by creepy.

"Yes, you should serve them." He said a little louder. I cannot believe this man. All of this was nearing illegal.

"Thank you sir." I said nonchalantly

"It's Matt, Mila. Just Matt." He smirked while he was obviously eye-fucking me. Pervert.

I happily went back to work, happy to be out of his presence. I really hate working here, but I need the money and until I find a better job, I'm stuck with it.

After about a half an hour of working I hear the bell chime alerting me that someone is here. I'm cleaning a table so I yell out, "I'll be right with you!"

When I turn around to go get them set up, I see Annica and Jackson sitting together at a booth. Perfect. Just the people I want to see. I reluctantly walk over to them and begin to take their order.

"Hi, I'm Mila. I will be your server tonight. What can I start you off with?" Being this nice to a person I hate is one of the most challenging things in my already challenging life.

"How about we start off with a new waiter." I took everything inside me not to punch her and walk away from the table. I keep my fists at my side with my nails digging into the palm of my hand.

"Annica, can we please just order," Jackson more demanded than asked, "we will both have waters. Please hurry. We have somewhere to be."

I ignored his blunt rudeness because he got Annica off my back, and replied, "Of coarse. I will be back in a minute." I walked away tired of being around people that make my brain hurt.

I finished serving them without any trouble from 'Anni-can't' and 'Jack-ass-son'. They paid and got up from their seats and left. When I went to clear up their was a fifty cent tip. Surprise Surprise. They are probably so rich because they give the worst tips.

After the devil and his mistress left I finished my shift and walked home all alone in the dark as usual. While I was walking I couldn't stop thinking about Jackson and I don't know why. I never thought about him, even though I'm expected to because of his outrageously handsome looks. I thought about his perfectly styled dark brown hair and dark green eyes. I thought about the small scar above his left eyebrow and wondered how he got it. All of this was puzzling and I had one question.

Why am I thinking about Jackson Henning?

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