Just Let Go

Darcy

Darcy

Friday morning I wake up to the smell of Cara attempting to cook pancakes, lord knows she loves to eat them but she sure as shit can't cook. I decide to get up as I would like my house to remain standing and not burnt to the ground with us trapped inside, that would be a really shitty start to today. I climb out of bed and walk to my mirror, as I brush out my brown/auburn hair (it really can't make it's fucking mind up) I take a look at my face and how it's changed. My big blue eyes started to get their sparkle back after a few months of healing, luckily the blue of the bruising decided to stop competing with the blue in my eyes and disappeared completely. I still had a slight scar in my chin, but I ended up liking it, in a work environment made solely up of hairy tattooed scarred men, I needed something to make me look like I hadn't stepped out of a Jane Austen book. Although my tits really could have settled that score, I was big up top with an arse to match, I wasn't fat but I wasn't skinny either, I stopped caring what I looked like a long time ago, but now I don't have to worry that I'm putting on weight or losing it either, I try and workout with Cara but that always ends up going to shit. At 5"5 I'm neither tall nor short which suits me just find, i would do anything not to stand out in a crowd, although my smart mouth ends up ruining that plan most days anyway. I tie my hair up in a messy bun and poodle on out to the impending disaster that is Cara cooking.

"Good morning Gordon Ramsey, what's cooking in Hell's Kitchen this morning? It smells like a rats crawled up in your saucepan and died" I threw at her as I grabbed the OJ out of the fridge and poured us both a glass.

"You my friend can fuck of out of my kitchen if you can't appreciate my mad cookery skills. You will not be tasting my blueberry and strawberry pancakes this morning, bitch" Sweet Jesus, will this girl ever learn, since giving us food poisoning from her homemade "curry" one time, we both agreed I would do the cooking or good old dominos would do the cooking from now on..I see she grew some even bigger balls and decided to hit the kitchen up once again.

"Yeah Car I think I will pass on your concoction this morning, I wanted to be at work early this morning anyway, you know it's the anniversary of Mr and Mrs W's daughters death today right? I didn't want either of them worrying about a thing so was gonna go in early and clean up a bit and just hold the fort for them, don't roll those chocolate eyes at me bitch, I'm not asking you to come too, you just come in at normal time, yeah."

Cara waved her spatula at me as her concentration levels grew, I couldn't work out wether she was seeing if the 'pancakes' were done or wether they had turned radioactive.

I showered quickly and threw on my work attire, which constituted of mandatory cowboy boots (bloody texans) and anything else was up to you. I opted for shorts and a checked red top today, it was gonna be hot so I wanted to be prepared. As I was straightening my hair, I remember what Mrs W told me about their daughter. Casey I think was her name, was 15 but going on 20 apparently, as head strong as her mother. She ended up following her older brother, I can't remember his name to a party one night and ended up getting raped by some of the guys there and then beat up so bad, she never made it. My heart always breaks for that loving couple, they lost their baby girl and then their fuck wit of a prick son just upt and fucked off leaving them grieving for two children, I'm glad that prick has nothing to do with them anymore, they deserve so much better. They took me in and nursed me back to health, Mrs W always said that I came in and needed fixin' but in that moment I started fixin' them too. My heart swelled with love for them.

I finished putting my mascara on and hollered a bye bitch to Cara and made my way into work. 20 mins later and my make up was gone to shit, my hair looked like a fucking birds nest I was sweating so much people must have thought I'd opted for a swim into work instead of a fucking walk. It was 11am and the heat was already unbearable. I opened up the bar and switched on the air con, thank god my bosses were from Texas! I plugged my iphone into the stereo and began pounding out my music. I reached for the mop and bucket just as Def Leppard, Pour some sugar on me came through, I entered full on stripper mode and swirled myself round that mop like my name was Diamonds Galore! Swishing and swaying I was thankful that none of our regulars hit the bar up till 1 at the earliest. I took my boots off and placed them by the door as I got down on my knees and began to shammy the floor off, I wanna be able to see a flys quiff in it by the time I'm done. My OCD was not mine by choice, but it's something I've learned to live with, it's not all that bad.