Wake Up Call (11 page)

       I poured the coffee and walked back over to the woman's booth, placing the coffee on the table.

      I got ready to walk away but she quickly reached out and gripped my arm to stop me, her sharp nails digging into my skin causing me to bleed.

      I ripped my arm out of her reach and flared my nose in anger. She looked as if she enjoyed it. "Your name?" she questioned deviously.

     "It's Avery," I spat. "Don't ever touch me again." I stared down at her as she smirked and played with her coffee.

      “Avery. Avery.” She said repeatedly. I hated the way my name sounded, rolling off her dirty tongue. “I had a feeling.” She waved me off while taking a sip of her coffee and smiling as she watched me walk away.

     
That was weird
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     By the end of my shift, I was exhausted. It felt as if the day was never going to end and I just wanted to get out of there and take a nap.

      Stacy had been right; it was a lot busier than Sunday had been. I managed to drop one plate and mess up a few orders but still made it through the day okay. I was still alive anyway.

     I gathered up my tip money and purse and walked over to say bye to Stacy.

      She glanced up from her table and set her money down. Her pile was thick, probably mostly full of singles. “You did well today. How much did you manage to make?”

      I looked down at my bundle of cash and ran my fingers over it, feeling pleased. It was a decent amount and I was excited about being able to save some up. “About $135.”

      Stacy grinned and reached out for my arm. She squeezed it, but then quickly released it; probably remembering how I had tensed up the last time. That made me happy. “That’s really good.”

      I backed away and turned around to leave. The place was very quiet, making me feel somewhat tired. “Thank you for the help. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      “Yeah, no problem. Tell Jace everything went well today.” She paused. “I’m surprised that he didn’t even call to check up on us today.”  She looked bewildered.

      I had almost forgotten about Jace.
Thanks Stacy.
My stomach dropped at the thought of facing him. “Okay. I’ll be sure to tell him.”

      I quickly exited the diner before anything more of Jace could be mentioned. I didn’t want to get caught up in another conversation like what we had earlier when I had first arrived for work
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      When I arrived back at Jace's house, I walked in to find him sitting at his computer desk with his head in his hands. He glanced up at me when he heard me shut the door. "Hey," he muttered. "How was work?" He questioned before quickly looking away, as if he didn't want to look at me.

      I walked over to the couch and slammed myself down on it, feeling confused. I took a deep breath and yawned. "It was really busy. Thanks again-"

      "It's fine, Avery," he cut me off. "You can stop thanking me now." He stood up from the computer chair and slowly pushed it under the desk, looking slightly irritated. He leaned over the desk and ran his hands through his tousled hair. "I ordered us some pizza. I've been feeling like crap today so I think I'm going to just eat it in my room."

     "Oh…" I muttered, not really knowing what to say.

     He looked in my eyes for a split second before he walked toward the hallway. There was a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite figure out. Something I had never seen from him before. "You're welcome to do anything that you would like. Make yourself at home," he whispered.

      I sat there on the couch confused as he walked down the hallway and into his bedroom.

       A few moments later, the door shut, causing me to jump. It almost seemed as if he were angry with me.

     I pushed myself into the soft leather couch and closed my eyes. My stomach rumbled but suddenly I didn’t feel like eating either.
I can’t seem to make anyone happy.

     I sat there for a moment before bursting out the front door and running to the sidewalk. I stopped, running my hands through my hair, before I began walking. Again, I felt as if I needed an escape. I needed to breathe.

      The cool wind hit me hard, causing me to pull my jacket tighter around me as I made my way toward the neighborhood playground. I hadn’t been able to step foot on a playground in over twelve years. It gave me too many bad memories.

      When the worn-out swings came into view I felt a twinge of pain in my chest. It froze me in place for a second, but I forced myself to go on. I stepped up to the swing and leaned in to touch it. I missed that feeling. The one that I should’ve gotten as a child. The coolness of it gave me chills

     
My mother gently pushed me on the swing. I leaned my head back in comfort as the cool breeze lightly blew through my hair. It made me smile. Just a little bit at least.

      Being at the park was the only time that I felt free. I wasn't allowed to get out of the house often so when I did I always wanted to go to the park. It was like an escape away from the prison that I lived in.

      My father usually stayed home drinking his life away in his stupid recliner chair. He gave us one hour of freedom every couple of months. That was all that he would spare.

     “Isn’t this nice, Avery?” My mother questioned. “It’s such a beautiful night.”

      I leaned my head back far enough to look into my mother’s eyes. Sometimes she was there and sometimes I could see she was fading away like my father. Tonight she was there. She was present and beautiful as ever.

      I shook my head back and forth and allowed myself to laugh. "Mother can you-"

     Suddenly the swing came to a stop and someone jerked on the left chain. I held my breath, knowing deep down inside that it had to of been my father.

       "Henry, you should just go back home. Okay, dear." I could tell that my mother was afraid. She always was, but stayed with him because she loved him too much. I didn't understand.
"You've been drinking too much," she whined. Her whole body shook in fear as she watched him, her black curls falling down to cover her blue eyes.

      My father pushed my mother out of the way. I watched as she crumbled to the ground and her head bounced off the dirt. "Don't you tell me when I've been drinking too much," he slurred. "If I want to push my little girl then I will. You can't stop me. No one ever can."

      My mother pushed herself back to her feet and cowered away from him. She watched with wide eyes as my father started pushing the swing.

      I could smell the foul stench of the booze that flowed off his breath every time that he breathed. It made my stomach ache.

      "Henry, don't push the swing so high.  She's only six," she yelled, her voice unsteady "I...I don't want her to fall."

      My father let out a wicked laugh. "I'm going too high? I'm going too high? I'll show you high, Joyce," he said, as he pushed the swing higher.

      I just sat there and cried. I cried like a little sissy. That's all that I could do. I was helpless. "Daddy, please stop," I cried out. "I can't hold on. Daddy-"

      No longer able to hang on, my hand slipped off the rusted chain and I went flying across the park landing on my right arm. A pain shot through my arm as I heard a loud snap.

      I grabbed my arm and sobbed as my father stood there and laughed. "Get up girl."

      I stopped the swing and wiped away a stray tear. I looked down at my right arm and rubbed it from the memory. It broke in two places that night. I never understood how someone could've been so cruel. I was his daughter he was supposed to love me. Take care of me. He never did and my mother was still with that piece of shit. My life could’ve been different. I could’ve been different.

      I jumped off the swing and then turned back around giving it one last fleeting look. I would never be able to go to a park and not think about that moment. It was ruined for me. That idiot ruined everything that could've been good.

       I glanced up into the night sky, realizing that I should probably get home before it got too dark and cold. I was already shivering and my jacket just didn’t seem to help like it should've.

      The sky was a beautiful sight on the way home as I stared up at the bright stars. It helped to somewhat ease my mind and make me see that some things in the world could be beautiful.

      Once arriving back to Jace’s house, I decided to sit out on the porch and take it all in. A new job, a new place to stay, and new people in my life. Everything was changing and I didn’t know how or what to think. I sat there for a while feeling lost.

      I stood up, getting ready to reach for the door, when suddenly Jace stepped out onto the porch. He leaned into the door and smiled at me. “You’re back." He looked a bit relieved as his muscles relaxed.

     I smiled back and rubbed the back of my head, somehow blushing from his presence. "Yeah I just felt like taking a walk. I was just thinking." I sat back down on the steps not knowing what to say next. Was he still mad? Was he ever mad? I wasn't quite sure.

     He looked down, eyeing the steps curiously, before walking over to sit next to me. His bare arm brushed against my jacket, making me shy away, as I remembered our encounter from the other night. I didn't want to get too close and somehow fall into him.

      He looked down at our arms, eyes dark, as he shifted. "Did you enjoy your walk?" he questioned. He looked me in the eye for a breath taking moment before quickly looking away.

      I let out a deep breath blowing my hair out of my face. "Yeah…I mean." I paused to swallow the lump that was forming in my throat. "My parents... never mind" I shook my head and closed my eyes. I wasn't ready to tell anyone quite yet.

     He ran his hands through his hair and let out a deep breath. "Whatever it is, you're here now," he said. "Everyone deserves a chance at happiness."

     I looked over at him suddenly getting a strong urge to reach out and touch him. However, I didn’t. "Well, are you happy?" I questioned, hoping that he would give me an honest answer.

      He gave me a forced smile and turned the other way. I couldn't really read his eyes. "Not as happy as I hoped to be," he whispered.

      I reached over and placed my hand on his shoulder. Then I quickly pulled it away. I looked down at my hand and scooted further away from him. "Why haven't you been in a relationship before?" I questioned without thinking.

      He smiled and stretched, his arms looking warm and firm as he held them behind his body. He didn't even look bothered by the chill of the night one bit. It almost made me want to curl up in his arms and hide from the cold chill. "I haven't found that special someone yet. I want to know that I really want to wake up to this woman and fall asleep next to her every day of my life. Until I feel that then I'm not willing to give my heart away." He looked down at the porch and played with the rocks by his hand.

     "Oh…" His answer made me speechless.

     "What about
you," he questioned. "Isn't there any guy at all that you've just wanted to spend your time with? Someone to hold you and love you, someone to talk to?" He looked me in the eye waiting for an answer, his green eyes looking soft and genuine.

     I looked down at my hands and started picking at my nails. "No, I guess I can't say I've felt that with anyone," I whispered. "I mean, I guess that I just learned long ago that people will always hurt you even when they love you. Therefore, I decided that if I don’t let myself love anyone then they can never hurt me. No one has made me change my mind...yet."

      He smiled at me before he stood up and walked toward the door. He paused and looked back at me. "Well I hope one day we both find what we're looking for," he yawned. "I'm a little tired. I think I'll go get some sleep." He opened the door and placed his hand on the doorframe. "Goodnight, Avery," he whispered with a smile.

      I took a deep breath and watched him as he walked inside. "Goodnight, Jace," I whispered.

                              Chapter 7

      "Avery."

      I looked up to see Jace's head poking inside my slightly opened door, his messy hair falling over his eyes as he smiled. He waved his arm and motioned for me to follow him. "Let's go." He grinned.

      I shook my head giving Jace a confused look. "Go where," I questioned. "We don't have to work for another hour." My eyes studied his body as he rubbed his chest and then stretched.  It made me blush unwantedly. I turned my head away and coughed. “Were we supposed to go in early today?”