The Poison Of Your Love (Sweet Pea love story)

FP Jones

*nightmare*

"I...

"I will...

"I will be-.....

"I will be strong"
"Because right now, I'm not"

***
I slowly open my eyes.

Great, I'm in the hospital.
Well, if I saw me. I would've call the po-po's.
I sit up on the bed and see my clothes in a plastic bag at the end of my bed. I quickly get up and go to the en-suite bathroom to change.
I read my tag and it says my fake ID name and info.
Thank god they didn't find my real ID. I dress up in my black ripped jeans and charcoal black nirvana sweatshirt with my black and white flannel tied around my hips. I lace up my black converse hi tops.
I look into the mirror expecting to look dead. But I don't. I look...below average.
I try to untangle my hair with fingers and style it a little.
But I felt like I was making it worse so I stopped.
I left the bathroom and collected the rest of my stuff. When I heard someone coming.
I quickly hid behind a monitor by the door.
A man came in holding a coffee. He stopped dead in his tracks and swore.
He turned and jogged out.

I followed him.
He wore a leather jacket with a snake on it. Like I saw at the bar.
His brown hair looked ruffed and unkept.
He didn't bother looking back. So I walked in plain sight.

I figured only my eye bags looked like I belonged here. So I didn't hide. But I didn't want to stay any longer.
Overhead I saw a bright EXIT sign and followed it.

I ended up going back to Pops.
...
After a strawberry shake and French fries.
It was midday and I had to find a job.
I walked up to the store owner. And asked if he was looking for a part time waitress.
He said he could probably fit me in if I had experience.
"Yes I have experience, and am willing to commit"
"Ok your hired! What's your name?" <Pop
"Mikayla" <me
"Come back tomorrow around 4, I'll get you started on the register and our system" < pop
"Sure thing Pop" <me

Next thing I was worried about was where was I going to stay?
I couldn't stay at Molly's because I'm currently avoiding her. And I can't be too far from Pops because I now work there.
Damn

I wonder if....

No...but then.....no

I need a drink.
I walk to the bar I went to my first night here.
I look up at the sign
"The Whyte Wrym"
Damn thats some spelling.

I head inside and see hardly any people there.
A few biker looking people sitting here and there but not much. I walk straight to the bar.
A mid 50s woman was the bartender and eyed me suspiciously.
According to my fake ID I'm 21. And truly I do look like I'm 21 but I'm truly not.
"I'll have a double whiskey 🥃"
She scoffed at me a went to fix my drink.
I turned around in my stool and took in the place. Pool tables in the back. A old fashioned video game. Wooded tables and chairs. Old style, nothing new.
Just then big husky guys in leather jackets filled the entrance of the bar.

I quickly turned back around. And took a sip of my drink.
Hopefully they won't see me and won't walk over to start a conversation.
And just hopefully the guy walking over isn't the man from the train tracks.

*whispers*
"god hates me"

It was just who I hoped it wasn't.
The Man from the tracks.

"Hey what are you doing here?" <Man
I slowly spun around in my stool and eyed him.
He had big brown eyes with hazel highlights. Roughed skin. And the stubble of drunk. He wore a black bandanna around his neck. Maybe mid 30s.

"Uhh ok." <me
"It's you isn't it"<me
"From last night"< me

He chuckled

"Yeah" <Man

"But I'm wondering what your doing here considering your not old enough to be here" <Man

Keeping my cool I asked him
"What are you talking about?"

"Yea I read your ID. And not your fake one. Your real one." <Man

"I have no idea what your talking about" <I smirked

He laughed and sat down beside me.

"I'm FP Jones" <FP

"Cool...I'm Mikayla" <me

"I know."
"When you passed out I searched you and found your wallet." <FP

"Oh so that's where my 50 bucks went" I teased him.

He choked and asked
"Do you really think I would take your money?"

"Maybe...but I don't know you well enough to judge" ~me

And with that I turned back to my drink and pretended he was not there. Because I felt embarrassed. He knew too much and that made me vulnerable.
Too vulnerable
I could feel his eyes on me. And I didn't mind.
Because those were the kind of eyes that got you in trouble. Especially with bad girls like me.