Destruction

CHAPTER 1

*flashback*

"I love you." He whispered in her ear as he laid her down gently his hand caresses' her face as though she was a glass doll, she was positive this was love. It was their anniversary and he booked a room just for them. 4 years strong. The movie has faded into the background and it's just them, she's heard him whisper those three words all the time and it still makes her heart flutter to hear them again because she knows it's true, he leans in to kiss her and she gets lost in him again.

*present*

"Can I get a number five please? Jax." The man in front of her grunts out, leaning in to see her name tag. He smells of cheap beer and cigarettes. His clothes are disheveled and he had on a hat with a fish logo on it. She smiles as she writes down the order, "Anything else?" she asks hoping the answer is no.

He gives a crooked smile, "Your number. I love myself some choclate" Sickly sweet he says. He looks at her like he undresses her with his eyes. She turns away to go put his order in and he grabs her arm.

"I'm not done with my order I asked for something" he's demeanor changed and he grabbed her wrist tighter so she couldn't pull away.

"I suggest you let go of me right now," she says strongly. She gave him the strongest glare she could muster and he resultantly gave in and let go, a red mark as to where he held her. She walks away as fast as she can to get away from him and goes about the rest of her shift avoiding him until he leaves with no other problems.

After a long day she's finally able to go home to her one bed room apartment on the rough side of town. When she got to the building she buzzed herself in holding her nose from the strong sent of piss and alcohol. She watched her step on the dirty steps and made sure to not touch the peeling of paint on the walls with stains she couldn't make out. She fell asleep looking at the picture of a little boy holding a stuffed lion.

The next day, at work her eyes glossed over the patrons already there drinking their coffee and having family meals the smell brought back memories of when her family was whole. Her eyes catch on to the back of one man he's in the booth area and he just

REAKS of power and confidence. Nobody had gotten his order yet, she was the only free staff left.

She wore long sleeves to cover the bruise that formed from yesterday and pulled them down so no one would see it. She's pulling at her sleeves as she walks towards the mystery man hoping he looks as good in the front as he does in the back and she did a double take from how beautiful he was.

He has that jaw line that you want to rub your hand on and oh god those eye they were a beautiful chocolate brown eyes, with his caramel skin complexion him you can tell that his parents were attractive from how prominent his features were.

"May I take your order sir or are you still looking. She asks as soon as she's able to talk, and he orders the number 10 without looking at her at all and for some reason that hurts her. Why should it matter if this man this stranger didn't give any attention to her she was the help.

A waitress, he most likely worked in a building HELL he most likely owed the building and she wasn't far from the truth. What she didn't know was that he was Dexter Alvarez heir to the Charming enterprise that owned more of New York than the fucking mayor.

She felt the butterfly's in her stomach awaken and she felt as if she couldn't breathe she want to cry now she was thinking of him she going back to that time now and she's being dragged under, "hey are you okay?" he asks a hint of a Spanish accent

She's being pulled back to the surface into his eyes. He's looking at her now, worry is sketched on his face. She takes a deep breath and walks away give his order to the chef. She doesn't go back to his table but she feels his eyes on her the entire time the end of her shift is almost over and he's still here. As she grabs her stuff to leave she sees he's getting ready to leave too.

She goes to her boss and gets her paycheck for the week hoping that it's enough for rent this week. She got the eviction notice this morning as she was leaving for work. She opens it the moment she's out the door. It's not. She has that same feeling again in her chest.

She looks on to the street, the lights call her towards them. She feels her feet move but she's not in control, her pain is, it leads her to the edge of sidewalk. She steps closer to the lights, she knows she should stop but she doesn't. Why should she? Nobody cares for her she's lost everything.

She can feel the cars as they go past, if she puts her hand out she could touch one. She goes to take another step but is pulled back and the car zooms past. She missed her chance. "What the fuck you could have gotten hit, what were you thinking or were thinking at all?"

It was him the guy from the booth, he was angry but and the same time relief was in his eyes and that's what made her cry. The fact that he stopped her, the fact that he should he cared. She dropped herself on the sidewalk and let out everything she cried so hard that she couldn't breath and her chest hurt. "Why you would do that, "she screamed at him through her cries. She was so close. Just one last step and she would have been free.

He picks her up and puts her in his car afraid that if he left her he would hear about her on the news. On the drive to his house, he thought over what he just did. He knew it was stupid he didn't even know her but when he looked at her he knew he had to keep an eye on her. He looked down at her. She had stopped crying and fallen asleep her head in his lap, she slept as if she was a little kitten; small and fragile. Her clothes were a mess. As they got to his house he called one of his maids to get her some clothes. He laid her on the bed and left to get himself out of his work attire.