Marissa
MarissaSaturday I go in to help at Milano’s. Everyone’s there—both my grandparents, Lori, Mia, me. They don’t really need me. Maybe I’m just there out of guilt— I don’t know. Trying to still be loved despite my disappointing choice in men. Despite my betrayal.
It’s our busiest day, and I’m working the front counter. That’s why I don’t really notice when he comes in.
I take orders and ring people up and then suddenly, f*****g Arnie is standing across the counter.
fucking ArnieHolding a gun.
Holding a gun.The room spins. Warps.
I have that freaky fishbowl feeling of nothing in focus but his giant face in front of me. Scratch that, the cold muzzle pointed between my eyeballs.
The cafe goes dead quiet.
The metal at my forehead trembles.
“You lost me my job, you little bitch.”
