When She Bleed

CHAPTER TWO

Sky's POV

I felt uneasy at the stares I'm getting from most of my co-workers, especially those girls with long thick eye lashes and super red lipstick that I can't help but to shiver especially those times when they try to pucker and pout their painted lips.

"Sky!" I flinched at the tone of the voice calling my name. "You better get your lazy ass here or I'm getting you fired, you ungrateful lazy girl!"

Stumbling, I made a beeline to Ms. Louise who is angrily waiting for me at the entrance of the diner's kitchen.

"Some costumers told me that one of my waitress doesn't know how to serve them well, ooh, and I thought, that b***h really can't figure out what she can do and acting like a dumb little girl, and what do you think I want to do with you right now, huh?" Louise's hand gripped my wrist tightly in a bruising manner, "I want to throw you where you belong!"

I felt my world spinned when her palm hit my right cheek, hard.

All of my co-workers hurdled at the side while watching me get beaten by our manager.

"I-I...w-what, I'm n-not the only w-waitress h-here, Ms. W-what i-if I'm not w-what t-those costumers are p-pointing? I'm d-doing my j-job well a-and..." I stumbled on my words, gripping my cheek where her palm harshly beat me.

"And I don't care, you stutter girl! You are fired! Get out!" Her bruising hold on my wrist tightened before I felt my body crashed into the marbled floor.

Why can't I have peace just for one second?

"No! Sky, are you okay?"

I felt Macy's hand calmly gripped my other wrist and helped me stand up.

"I'll g-go n-now. Bye M-macy."

I really forced myself not to stumble from my own feet, bowing my head, I exited the diner without my things, and I almost feel an undying relief when I finally breathed the air from the outside.

I don't need someone right now, not even Macy. I just feel like I'm suffocating and can't almost breath steadily.

My head is spinning, please not now.

"Sky! Wait!" Someone gripped my shoulder and forced me to face them, Macy. "Please, meet me at the bus stop later, maybe nine, my shift will end at 8:30, so meet me at the bus stop at nine, I know it's...it's probably sounds crazy but I'm your only friend and I need you to trust me, okay? Are you listening?"

Frowning, I let her guide me to the nearest café. She let me sit and I just let her, I'm feeling dizzy suddenly and I need to breathe, I don't want her to see me like this. My anxiety is at it's best right now.

I'm so agitated, I didn't even realized I'm still wearing the diner's waitress' uniform. My hands are trembling and my lips are quivering, I can feel my tears coming. No!

"Wait me here, let me just order something for us. Okay?" Macy held my hand once I'm agitatedly sitting at the very back of the café.

"N-no. I'm o-okay. J-just please let me go h-home." I begged, my tears spilling even how hard I'm controlling them. "D-dont b-bother to take c-care o-of m-me. I'm n-not w-worth y-your time, M-macy."

"No, don't say that! I know how hard it is, you're working at the diner for almost three years now, and Ms. Louise was just there for a year, you can still work there, I will make sure of that!" And then she left me there, ordering some hot chocolate, and sitting back in front of me.

"M-macy please. Let m-me j-just go h-home?" I pleaded, eyes still spilling more tears.

When will be the time that my tears would stop spilling like a gush of rainfalls?

I sat up with my trembling feet, I don't really like looking on the person's eyes, even Macy, that's why I keep on avoiding her gazes and her eyes. "I'm g-going."

"But please, don't forget what I told you, meet me at the bus stop at nine, I know you don't want to talk right now but we will talk later, I j-just want the b-best for you, Sky." Her voice became a whisper when she said the last sentence.

"I w-will, j-just let me g-go h-home."

Not minding the hot chocolate she ordered, I left.

I'm so worthless, I don't deserve happiness, I'm an ugly mess right now.

Those yelling and curses came back to my mind and it's like yesterday when I last heard them, it's like my parents are still here, yelling and cursing each other, while I ball myself and protect my body with the thick blanket, waiting for him to come and beat me, again.

Mary J.