Fixing Her

Chapter VII

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TRIGGER WARNING!
This chapter will contain graphic descriptions of a sexual assault / r@p£ which I completely understand might and will be triggering for some of my readers. Therefore, you are asked to stop reading when you reach the •~• if you want to skip that part. Another row of •~• will signal the end of it.
xx Michelle
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I've had pretty many shifts at the café the past days since Felice got sick. She had a fever and she was shaking and she just couldn't get out of bed, and to make it to work would be impossible to ask her for since we and the customers might get sick as well, and then we'll have to close this place because of health risks.

Meagan eventually found out I helped Edward with giving her the note, and we later heard that it was because he asked her to marry him, which was kinda cute. She told us we were all invited to the wedding next July and that we had to help her with everything since she hadn't done this before.

I was accepted to school, but the principal said that to fix the small issues with the system, I had to start a week later, which made it easier for me to put all my energy on work.

After Landon it was Isaac's turn to ask me to fix his broken nose, and then Dylan's bleeding face, and then Landon's face again, which reminds me; I was right. He did have a cracked rib, and the boys were pretty impressed when he delivered the news to us the night after when he had returned from the hospital.

I've been wondering what they're up to until three am, showing up just at that time to let me stitch their faces back together, but I'm not complaining, actually. I like doing that for them, especially since they got me into school. It also helps me make some progress for myself as well. But even though I sound selfish now, being happy they ask me to fix their bleeding faces, I can't help but worry a bit. From the time they come home and from the looks they have and the amount of blood, moans and pain, I can tell it's dangerous, whatever it is.

Tonight I've got a late shift, I'm closing, and so the girls left earlier than me. Meagan had a meet-up with some family, Linda had a hospital appointment, Ally was baby sitting, Celine had taken the last late shift, and Felice is, as said, sick.

One hour before closing, the girls left. There weren't many customers at that time either, so I made it. There were a couple, an old man and two girls left finishing their orders, and two or three more people came, but it's been a calm night if you look at the whole picture.

"We're about to close," I say when the small bell above the door rings, signaling someone has entered. I don't turn around from my spot where I'm currently wiping the dust off the windows with a piece of clothing.

I tuck the strand of loose hair that isn't tied in my ponytail behind my ear and put down the clothing on the closest round table.

I turn around, and terror paralyzes my whole body. He's standing there, a vicious smirk plastered on his face, and about four more guys behind him.