Chapter One
"I love you." The words rang in her head like a poem memorised by a kindergarten child. Tossing and turning amidst the messed up sheets, she panted and finally opened her eyes.
She began panting. It had been yet another day where she dreamt of him.
"Might as well get up for work," she said. Darkness cascaded the bedroom, causing her to stump her toe on the bedside drawer as she was getting out of bed. "Ugh," she groaned.
She sat plummeted back on the bed, rubbing her toe. She stopped when she saw her mother's photo that had fallen. "Will it ever get better, Mom," she whispered.
Soft golden eyes, a smile ever so warm and hair ever so graceful: the photo spoke to her and kept on giving her a glimmer of hope.
Suddenly, the buzzing alarm on her phone rang, almost startling her. "Better get going."
She hopped into the shower and let the hot water run through her back, which was soothing for a while.
After showering she went into her bedroom and dressed up in her uniform. She put on her work badge which read: Nevaeh.
"And Kelly said slacks don't look good on me, she sure didn't know that I was the girl with a plan," she muttered looking at herself in the mirror.
*Beep beep*
Nevaeh peered through the blinds and saw her ride to work; Hank. For someone that waited tables, he sure had a neat ride, a jet-black 1985 Mustang. It stood outside with its horsepower announcing its arrival as well.
"You're early today," said Hank, as Nevaeh got into the car.
"IT IS payday, today and you know pretty well I'm not missing that good paper."
"Hmmph, hmmmph, is that perfume I smell. Look at you being fancy, so who are we impressing," questioned Hank with a raised eyebrow.
"Who said a working girl can't smell good," she said with a giggle.
"Well, the only perfume you've been putting on is quite questionable, it's got an odour of oily bacon and a hint of coffee. What, is it a perfume made by some burger franchise," he said.
"Ugh, could you be like Rihanna for a sec, and just shut up and drive," she said.
They both laughed at that. These were her kind of mornings, happy, gleeful, kinda like the summer sun. However, their happiness was about to be cut short. As they were about to approach Mhhhm Burgers (their workplace) a motorcycle skid off its intended way. The driver flew off the motorcycle and it was heading towards them.
