Unapologetic (Editing)

Chapter 1 - Knives

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual names or characters is totally coincidental. This book is not to be copied, translated, or used in any way without the author's permission.

Dedicated: To all my dyslexic people out there who were discouraged during their education journeys by some asshole teacher. This one's for you.

This book is not edited, forgive any spelling or grammatical errors.

Unapologetic

By: chiaracullen

All Rights Reserved

"I loved you for so many fucking years, but you know what? You didn't exist. You don't exist. You're not there. You are a fucking made up thing in my head. And I can't believe you are doing this to me." -Jonny D.

"I'm the rock that therapists break themselves against." -Beth D.

Un-a-pol-o-get-ic: Not acknowledging or expressing regret.

Chapter 1 - Knives

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"You'll be fine, Ames," Tom says in a calm voice, from his seat at my little rickety kitchen table.

I barley hear him as I tear apart my little living room in search for my glasses.

Tom began to trail behind-picking up anything I threw and putting it back in place. Today was my first day of working for Don Louis, a world renown chef. He's the private chef of the rich and famous. Mr. Louis is currently working for some rich celebrity in Manhattan.

I had always shamed my good friend Marissa for being an outlandish social climber but I was now eating words. Her becoming a popular pilates teacher around town is what landed me this job. Her one client know someone who knew Chef Don Louis, and gave him my resume.

I applied for a job as his assistant chef. I've worked in several fine restaurants in New York but have only prepped for chefs as I have yet to attend culinary school and am very limited as to-what I am allowed to do in the kitchen. Hence my shock at actually getting the job.

When I got called in for the interview I almost keeled over- with shock and happiness. When I met Mr. Louis, he said that he would be happy to have me assist him-and to teach me while we worked.

This was the best news I have gotten in a while and I could feel a ray of hope shinning down on me, through the dark shit hole known as my life.

This job is a great opportunity to learn and earn money before attending school in the fall.

I was nervous to say the least, not mention I couldn't remember where I left my damn glasses. Without them I'm blind. I always loss them at the worst times!

"Amelia!" Tom gently grabs my shoulder-and turns me away from my destruction of the living room.

"What! I can't find my glasses and you're not-" I was shut up by the sight of Tom raising my black squared glasses. Nerd classes he liked to call them. The frame belonged to my mother; I got my prescription put in.

"They were under the coffee table. You must have walked past them twenty times." He was smirking- stifling a mocking laugh, his own black spectacles rising slightly on the bridge of his nose.