BROKEN (LUCRECIA)

One

Solo por amor - by

Sometimes I just find my self sad, annoyed and angry for no reason or maybe everytime I'm numb, my feelings are bottling somewhere waiting to explode and they just decide to explode  randomly, that explains it.

It's been  two months since I moved into this apartment. It has two rooms, in the far coner next to the large window is my single bad and beside it is a small night stand with two drawers and I have a small wardrobe just beside the window. Then there is one torn leather double couch which I covered with a plain black cloth, a small TV facing the couch , then on the other side there is a kitchen unit, a stove and a small wooden kitchen table with two chairs. The other room is the bathroom. I can fairly say I'm doing okay,  I mean I have a job as a waitress at pop's diner   and I have a roof over my head.

I plop on my bed, I'm so exhausted, working day and night shift ain't child's play. Breathing is costly. I stare at the Bible beside my bed on the night stand. I haven't read it in a while, I'm slowly losing my faith, I need to regain it.

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I'm waken up by my alarm buzzing, I hit the snooze button for 5 more minutes. After 5 minutes I move my hand searching for my phone but I mistakenly push it and it falls. Before I get it, I get off the bed and kneel down, I bow my head and Pray,

Our  Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
 your kingdom come,
your will be done,
    on earth as it is in heaven.
 Give us today our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
    as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil for thy is your kingdom, the power and the glory for ever and ever amen.

I lazly get up and pick it up.

Snap, I shout at my self frustratedly as I see the cracked screen on my phone. I walk to the shower, I rip off my clothes and I'm hit by a million droplets of cold water. Dan!!! I shout my land Lord's name, he has to freaking fix this situation, I'm not paying rent for nothing.

My whole day is ruined , great!!

I dry myself and I put on my work uniform that is unironed.
I don't have time to iron. I stare at my petite skinny figure and caramel complexion reflection on the broken mirror, I comb  my very short black hair. My black/blue eyes are filled with unshed tears and deep shallow black hole that was formed by all horror I witnessed.

I take an apple from the fridge and I look my apartment door. This neighborhood is not safe for a 19 year old girl like me, but it's all I can afford. This black girl  gotta hustle. I stroll down the familiar streets passing a lot of scary looking guys , it's by God's grace I'm still alive. It  takes about 25 minutes for me to get to Pop's diner since it's in the other side of town, the more safer and nicer side.

"Hey" Rakhish says as I sign my shift register at work. "hey" I give him a faint smile. It's Friday, so it's  really busy, people like coming here on Fridays because of our Friday  special. I quickly attend to some tables, it's hard to move around when you are holding fragile stuff on your tray, especially when you are super clumsy like me. I will have to get used to it.

It's 8pm, just started two hours of my night shift and i feel like I haven't slept in weeks.
"Hi,  welcome to pop's dinner I'm Lucrecia and I'm gonna be your waitress for the day, what can I get you gentlemen?"  I fake a smile as I ask a group of unpleasant faces.

" sweetie can we have 2 full chicken , 2 medium steaks, some fries and 4 beers" one of the man with white long beards says. I notice the other bald one checking me out and I give him a death glare.

" would you like your chicken, mild, hot or very hot sir? "

" very hot like you sweetie, can I also have your phone number"

"will that be all for now?" I roll my eyes " so you don't wanna give me your number?, how about this, you give me your number and I will give you a large tip" he smirks

" your meal will be read in 7 minutes sir" I say in an unpleased tone.

I leave and take  the order to Rakish. I take the  drinks to the group of old man and as I place them on the table, one of them grabs my arm, pulls me closer and whispers in my ear

" I can give you anything you want" his husky voice whispered

"I'm not interested" I say with gritted teath as I pull my arm out of his grip.

" oh come on, every one wants something" I feel his filthy hand under the table pulling my thigh. His eyes were filled with hunger and thirst.

" let me go" I yelled

I start panicking and I have a PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) break down. My heart was racing, my blood was boiling.

He pulled my arm closer so he can talk directly to my ear"shut up" he snarled noticing that all the attention was on us. His disgusting breathe was faning on my ear.

I went into attack mode, I clenched my fist and I punched him on his nose leading him to stumble and knock off the tray with drinks.
The other guys start laughing. This arose his anger  . As he is about to slap me, someone blocks  his hand.

" enough, sir I kindly request you to leave" the guy says

" I'm not going anywhere until I make  this good for nothing girl pay for what she did to me" he grawls.

I start counting in whispers

" 1 star, one moon, trillion galaxy"

The spot light is on us, luckily James the owner of the diner walks in  and escortd the old man and his friends out.

" Are you okay? " the guy who saved me asked

I take a second to study his
mesmerizing beauty. he is tall and has a dark complexion, well built body figure, blue eyes and strong arms. He has very short black hair and he is wearing a fancy black suit. My knight in shining armor.