Chapter 1: part 1
It was the worst day of my miserable life. The morning started all right. I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, watched some TV. Then it turned to shit.
First, it was a message from Timothy. My boyfriend. We had been dating for 2 months. Nothing serious yet, but he was cute and fun guy.
As I read the message, my eyes got wide and all the good thoughts about him flew out of the window.
“Lilou, babe. These past two months have been awesome with you. You are beautiful and amazing.” How sweet, right? Ha! “It’s just that I am not in love with you and I don’t think I’ll ever be. We should break up before you get hurt. If you want to, we can still be friends. Sorry.” Yeah. That’s right. He dumped me on the phone. In the fucking message. Who does that? He’s 27 years old!
I cursed loudly and almost threw my phone against the wall, but then I remembered that I have no money to buy a new one.
I wanted to kill that bastard.
After an hour, I still hadn’t replied to him. What was I supposed to say? Hey. Yeah, don’t worry. It’s not your fault, and I would love to be friends with you. I didn’t think so.
I felt like crap. I was crying for no reason. I mean, I liked the guy, but that’s it. I never thought we would end up in a long-term relationship. Still, it sucked to be dumped, not to mention through the message.
Next thing that went wrong was with my work.
Around noon I got a call from my boss telling that I had to go down there ASAP. I cursed but went to my car, anyway. This was not uncommon for her to call me and make me work extra shifts. My boss didn’t like me, so she used every opportunity to mess with me. And messing with my days off was annoying.
On my way to work, I almost got into a car accident. Some asshole decided that it was fine to drive on a red light. My car barely stopped in time to avoid a collision. I cursed more while calming down my heart. I didn’t care if I got hurt or not. What I was worried about was my car. It was old as Kirk Douglas, but my precious car was still running and took me from point A to point B, which was all I could ask for.
Finally, I got to the little cafe on the town’s east border. Though the cafe was small, it was always busy.
“Hey princess. What are you doing here?” Andy asked as I entered. He worked there as a bartender and was a nice guy. We both worked there around the same time and quickly became friends. Everyone here was nice, except for Mrs. Brooks. She was the Devil, I tell you.
“Grinch called me in. Said to get here ASAP. Have any idea why?” I had to admit, that woman scared the shit out of me.
“No, but she is in a great mood today. I mean, she smiled at me when greeted and told Anna that she looked nice. That was some creepy shit.” Andy shivered.
“Wow. I wonder why? I have never seen her being polite to any of us.” I had worked here since I got kicked out of university when I was 21. Now, 5 years later, nothing has changed. I was still a looser and disappointment to my family. Not that they would admit it. They loved me too much.
“Yeah. Anyway, she’s in her office. You should better go before her bitchiness comes back,” Andy waved his hand, motioning for me to move.
“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later.” I winked at him and went to find my creepy boss. She was a definition of a mean old lady. Except that she was around 45 years old. Her late husband owned this cafe, but after his death a month ago, she took over.
I reached her office door and knocked.
“Come in.” I heard her high pitch voice and opened door.
I slowly entered manager’s office that seemed more like small storage room filled with boxes, papers and other stuff. Mrs. Brooks was seated at her table, writing something on her computer.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked her straight away without greeting her. I was not in a good mood and she called me here on my day off.
She looked up.
“Ah yes, Lilou. Sit down please,” she motioned to the chair in front of her desk. I did as she told me and waited for her to talk again.
“Lilou. You have been working here for quite some time now. Greg was fond of you and always praised you and your work. He couldn’t stop talking about how sweet and amazing you are. It was getting on my nerves. I mean, I understand that you are young and good looking, though nothing special, but I was his wife. I didn’t want to hear about his sick crush on you. I never liked you, Lilou, that’s the truth. I wanted to get rid of you a long time ago, but Greg was against it. He always made you seem like a queen of this shit hole,” she spoke in a cold tone. I just stared at her, unable to process what she was saying.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice his stares towards you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. And hands, too. Touching you all the time, holding your hand, putting his hand on your small of the back or kissing your cheek. May seem innocent, but we both know that it was far from it, don’t we? Tell me, did you just flirt with him or did you have an affair with him?” She huffed.
What the actual fuck?
