chocolates and cigarettes

chapter-2

Author’s note

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Chapter -2

A loud thud echoed through the bar and in stumbled my drunken step-father, his clothes and mouth reeking of alcohol. Immediately Logan pushed me behind him. “Where is she, where is that bitch?” he slurred to Logan “she is not a bitch you homeless drunk” he hissed. I was immensely grateful that Logan had stood up for me but was worried of his reaction which usually involved his fists but to my surprise he just turned around and walked away or should I say stumbled away. “Are you okay?”  Logan asked in a soothing voice but I didn’t reply as I felt that if i did, I would cry so I just hummed hoping he would be convinced.

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“Vodka with lemonade” a drunk man ordered, he looked about mid 40’s. As I gave him his order I felt arms wrap around my waist, I jumped and turned to find Logan smiling down at me, “Bye Ana, take care of yourself” I smiled as he kissed my forehead and left. My head started to spin due to the loud music and smell of alcohol filling the club, so I decided to go out and get some fresh air. “Steven I’m going out, I won’t be late” “Alright Ana don’t worry, I’ve got it covered” is one of the best co-workers here other than Logan, of course. I headed towards the door and out of the club, plugged my earphones into my phone and placed them in my ears and tried to escape the world. 15 minutes later I was called in as the place started getting packed. “Alright let’s get this over with” I exclaimed with a sigh getting a chucked from Steven in return “have fun love” he smirked and I stuck my tongue out  childishly. Going behind the bar to start my next shift, I began taking orders with my mind elsewhere. “hello beautiful” a husky voice greeted from the other side of the counter, I turned around to see a tall figure with chocolate brown hair, his blue green eyes met mine and his thin pink lips turned into a smirk. “what do you want?” I asked feeling uncomfortable and a little flattered that he called me beautiful. “Whiskey and you in bed”.

I was surprised of his bold statement but served him anyways then turned to walk away but he stopped me, asking “so what do you say babe?” “NO” I spat at him, he was getting on my nerves. “No one says ‘no’ to me” he hissed slamming his drink on the table causing the glass to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces, I flinched but before I could react, he was gone.

“What the hell happened, why the fuck did you break the glass?” I was cut off my train of thought by my step-fathers raised voice. “I didn’t break the glass” “you’re a lying whore, shut up” he raised his hand “please not here” I whispered in a pleading voice not expecting him to listen and was very surprised when he did. He pulled me by my hair and towards the exit of the bar. “I brought you here to earn me money bitch, not to break glasses so I have to pay for it” he screeched. He raised his hand once again and I closed my eyes waiting for the impact but it never came. I slowly opened my eyes to see the man from the bar holding my step-fathers hand. “A real man does not hit a lady” was all he said before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards a silver car. I hesitantly turned around to look at my step-father and immediately regretted it as he was furiously glaring at me. It was when I got in the car that I realized that I had been crying and shaking uncontrollably. We were driving for about 5 minutes and he still hadn’t said a word. When I couldn’t breathe properly I realized that my asthma attacks were back, I wish I listened to Logan. “What’s wrong with you?” I tried to get the words out but all I could do was choke out a weak “a-asthma”. All of a sudden I felt a pair of soft warm lips on mine and finally felt air being blown in my body. I opened my eyes not even realizing that they were closed to find the same blue green eyes looking at me with no emotion. I expected him to say something but instead he sat back in his place and drove off.

My mind was clouded with thoughts of who he was and why he kissed me. I didn’t realize that I was staring at him until he coughed and I quickly turned my face turning bright red. “where are you taking me?” I asked looking out the window. “home” “what-no please” I pleaded knowing his intentions. “I won’t touch you” he replied sounding annoyed. That shut me up. Several minutes later we arrived in front of a big mansion. I stared in disbelief and numbly tried to open the door freezing in my place when it wouldn’t open. Realizing it was on childs lock, I felt a shiver run down my spine, spreading Goosebumps along with it.

I jumped in shock when the guy opened the door for me. When did he get out of the car? I got out slowly not making eye contact with him and dashed down the street trying to make a run for it. I felt arms wrap around my waist scooping me up and a taunting voice saying “Ah ah ah” before throwing me over his shoulder. I started pounding on his back which of course made no difference as he kept walking towards the house. “Are you enjoying the view from up there?” he asked, mischievously. Blushing I stopped pounding and laid still allowing him to carry me in. Him, seeing my reaction started laughing hysterically which caused him to almost drop me, resulting in me holding onto him tighter.

Unlocking the door, he stepped in slamming the door shut behind him, then proceeded to take off his shoes, all while still carrying me. “Umm…Are you planning on putting me down anytime soon?!” I exclaimed annoyed. “Well that depends, are you going to try to run away again? He asked amusement laced in his voice not noticing the annoyed tone in mine. I huffed and he set me down before I could open my mouth to respond. “Make yourself at home” he winked and walked further into the room. I contemplated whether I should try and run again but decided against it as he would get me back if I did plus I have no energy left in me to try anything. So, I followed the same way he went which ended up being the kitchen. With his back facing me he asked “Do want anything to drink?” “Water please” I answered folding my arms and leaned against the wall as I watched him bring me the water.

“Bed is upstairs, goodnight” he said walking away, taking the beddings and laying on the couch. “Wait, no I’m sleeping on the-  “shut up I’m sleeping”. Rude much.