Blue lights and bruises

Chapter 6

—-sam's POV—-

I've always loved books. You could get lost in them so easily as a child, but growing older really sucks with things like that. Until I finished school I never had time for reading. A little ironic if you ask me.

I have no idea how long I've been sitting here but the dark words inked onto the pages we're getting harder to read. All the same I continued to do so, listening to the soft rush of wind and the disruptive noise of cars passing by. Even the birds were singing a sweet tune that reminded me of-

"Forgot your keys again?"

My head shot up from the book. My boss, Natasha, was here early. Thank god.

"What? Oh, right... something like that yeah"

She just smiled and turned to walk into the building.

"You can tell me all about it while we're stocking the bar sweetie."

This woman was like a mother to me. But also like a best friend. She knew about Jay and was always there when I needed her. She had the kindest blue eyes and long but curly black hair. Her skin was dark and beautiful, speckled with white dots over her face and arms. In my opinion she was absolutely stunning, however she thought different.

Much like me, she wasn't exactly skinny. She had more of a rounded face and a little more mass around her hips and stomach. She was beautiful all the same.

"Do I have to tell you? I can deal with my own problems Nat" I asked as I followed her aimlessly

She raised her eyebrow while she was unlocking the door and sighed

" yes you do young lady. N-"

I cut her off

" don't call me that! You know I hate it!"

"I'll call you whatever I want, I'm your boss. So you're going to tell me why you forgot your keys and you're also going to tell me what's in that bag!"

The door clicked softly and swung open, granting us access to the bar.
We both walked in, me slightly behind, arguing about wether I was obligated to tell her anything or not.

"If you don't tell me right now I swear to god I'm not paying you!" She threatened jokingly

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the counter. The idea of telling Nat didn't bother me, it was just that I knew I would get emotional if I started talking about it and nobody wanted that.

"It's nothing, just drop it ok?"

She gave me a knowing look and asked four simple words that set me off with words spilling out my mouth.

"What did he do?"

I cleared my throat and avoided her gaze. I had to tell her, but I didn't have to look her in the eye while I did.

"You know what he did. He got out of hand this time though so I left. That's what In my bag, it's my stuff. I left him..."

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. Every time something happened she told me to leave him and now, I finally did.

"Oh lord that's amazing! Well it's not. Where did he hit you? Let me see"

it wasn't exactly a request so I took off my coat and lifted the back of my shirt. I wasn't sure if it was blood if something else but the materiel was clinging to my back and I had to peel it off.

"Oh sweetie... this is bad... take your shirt off and I'll get you fixed up"

I could hear the shock in her voice an I almost felt bad... though I did need someone to help.

I nodded and hopped up onto the bar surface, pulling my shirt over my head. Unfortunately I also had to unclip the back of my bra as it was it the way, I made sure to keep the front part securely in place though. The others wouldn't be here for a while yet do we had nothing to worry about.

"Is it really that bad? I couldn't see it that well myself" I was trying to make light conversation to figure the slight tension that hung around us

"Just keep still, this might hurt a little."

I nodded and waited while Nat pulled the first aid box out. It was a large kit with quite a few bits, including the sterile alcohol she was going to use to clean it. It was going to sting like a bitch.

She took the bottle from the box along with some cotton balls and doused them in the liquid. She then held a handful of them up, pausing before it touched my skin.

" Ready?"

A simple question. But it had no so simple answers. I wasn't ready but I never would be. So I guess I was.

"Just be careful please."

My voice was barely above a whisper.

Then the cotton hit the first bruised cut. At first there was a blissful second of nothing. Then a searing, stabbing pain spread from the cut to down my spine and I couldn't help but shout at her to stop.

"I know sweetie." She continued dabbing and wiping as she talked "I know it hurts but I'll be quick. We need to clean it"

I whined in response in a feeble attempt to keep my noises at a minimum. But the alcohol hurt more than I had anticipated and I couldn't resist letting the welled up tears thy had gathered in my eyes run down my face.