Hurt by you [ Eddie Brock ]

1. Bruises

  Counting days, counting days
Since my love up and got lost on me  

Everything on the street screamed that I didn't belong there. The crowd was endless while I tried to keep my head straight. Voices blurred as they tried to hover each other. I squeezed through the crowd, not wasting a minute. 

Almost everything was different in San Francisco. I've never thought I'd be the one who runs away, but here I am. I needed to start over. Everything. I've had enough during the past years. 

I thought after graduating from high school my depression would leave me. God, I hated high school so much, but my parents didn't even care about me enough to let me switch schools, they didn't believe me when I told them I had been bullied. I had one friend who kept supporting me, but that wasn't enough, I still felt alone. My scars won't disappear, never. I'll always wear them whether they are physical or mental. 

That's why I left Seattle. If I wanted to start everything over, then I needed a new place with new people and new opportunities. Maybe years later I won't think about my past, but I'm still healing inside and outside. 

I'll never forget the menacing look in their eyes when they hurt me over and over. But now finally I've got the chance to leave my shadows behind. 

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When I reached the restaurant that I was looking for, I quickly met by the sound of a chiming bell as  I opened the door. People slowly turned towards me curiously, but they continued having their meal. The delicious smell that filled the room made me hungrier, reminding me I didn't have breakfast. I glanced around, but when I didn't meet the similar eyes I've been looking for, I turned around just at the same time when a hostess approached me. 

"Good morning, can I help you?"

"Actually yeah..."

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes, but I think he's already booked a table for us. His name is Julian Payne."

The hostess smiled at me after hearing my friend's name, and gestured me to follow her. I knew Julian was well-known especially in this area, but it kept suprising me how enough it was to just say his name. I sat down when she leaded me to our table, right next to a glass wall. 

"This is your menu, your waiter will be here in seconds."

"Thank you." I smiled at her, opening my menu, but I could see her eyeing me up and down so I slowly raised my eyebrows. 

"I know Julian for years now, and his friends, but I don't remember you. Are you new here?"

"Yes, I moved here a week ago." I answered nervously, which has been noticed by the hostess. 

"Oh, don't be nervous, this city is lovely, I'm sure you're going to love it." she couraged me, I happily relaxed. 

"Thank you so much."

She winked at me and left my table. I searched for something to eat, while I waited for Julian. Julian had been my friend for a while now, but we couldn't really see each other, so we kept in touch online or through phones. When I told him I want to leave Seattle he told me he knows someone who tries to sell her apartment, so I immediately took the chance. It was time to spend more time together too, and I didn't regret any of my decision. It might have been the best decision of my life. 

"Sorry I'm late." a husky voice snapped me out of my thoughts as Julian stood next to our table and took off his jacket. "My boss talked too much shit on the meeting. He thinks he is our God or something, and all of us just hate him even more, but he is too busy talking about himself to notice that. "

"No problem." I giggled as Julian sat down in front of me, and rubbed his temples. I could see he was stressed out, but I didn't want to get into something that wasn't my business. 

"How was your week?" he asked as he flipped open his menu, I shrugged silently. 

"Nothing really happened, I went for an interview but I don't think they liked me."

"Don't be like that, Rachel." he said seriously. "You're one of the best writers I've ever met, there is no way they wouldn't buy your story."

"You're saying, but you didn't see them. They actually looked at me like I had two heads instead of one. They wouldn't buy my story."

"Your story needs to be on screen, and what if they won't care about you? You're going to find another studio that will love your story, and everything will be alright, okay?"

Just like when I was about to answer, the door suddenly opened behind him, dragging my attention. I noticed the man in a farmer shirt with a messy look. He made his entrance relaxed and unaffected, shich was similar to me. Firstly I had no idea why was he so familiar to me, but when he turned around and I saw his face, my heart dropped.

Eddie fuckin' Brock.