TWISTED LOVE

Samantha I walked down the silent Nightlight street, the street belonging to the middle class, the sewer people or so they call us. I was heading to the coffee shop downtown, my favourite place in times like this. My head bowed as I walked, conflicting emotions all at once, I felt used, deceived, frustrated, angry and sad all at once. My face was void of any emotion but my heart was heavy. Being a teenager is not something I'm proud of. Why? Because i feel vulnerable and fragile making me very easy to be picked on. I'm a nerd alright, I love my books but I don't behave 100% Nerdy. I love my life like everyone else but I can't help but be heart broken some times in my life. I am the type of girl who trust people easily, they show me the slightest form of affection and I offer them my heart which they don't hesitate to break. Enough of the boring talk, its time you knew who I am. Let's start from the top Hi, my name's Samantha Kerlings, I'm 18, brown eyes, small lips and pointed nose all complimented with a small baby face and strawberry hair, and life has being unfair to me ever since I was formed in my mother's womb. My mom got her marriage cancelled because my father couldn't keep his hormones in check, She leaves the wedding hall with two months old me in her womb. After two years, my dad and step mom dies in a car crash leaving my step sister, whom I've grown to care about, in my mom's care. The rest of my life you'll soon find out.  I was staring at the big banner of the coffee shop which said 'Curfews and Coffees' If there was anything I was grateful for, it was this beautiful and simple building right in front of me. I noticed a movement that caught my eye, Mr. Baker was telling to come in. I opened the door and the stupid bell I've come to hate rang telling everyone that someone had come in. 'Ah' I sighed and placed my backpack beside me the moment I sat down in front of the counter, waiting for Mr.Baker to finish I stared into space. 'What's wrong with my vanilla?' His nickname for me. Mom told me that when she had first brought me into the shop, I never wanted to leave, kept clinging and the shelf holding vanilla desserts, while Diana, my step sister wouldn't stop munching chocolate pie since that was the only thing available, beware she's a chocoholic. 'Coffee with vanilla strawberry cream, extra foamy' Vanilla wasn't the only thing on the shelf that day. 'You got dumped today again' Mr.Baker said with eyes wide open 'You make it sound like I broke the law. And no, I did the dumping' I said with head bowed 'Locker room eh?' He asked as he fixed my coffee. 'Worse, toilet' 'That bad?' He handed me the medium sized cup 'Said his hormones were on fire, couldn't he have booked an hotel room, someone could have walked in on them' I screamed 'And unfortunately that someone was you. You denied him, didn't you?' 'Giving him my virginity wouldn't have kept him in place, he would have cheated anyway' I rolled my eyes. Every single guy I dated, always wanted to have s*x with me and I always turned them down. I drank from the cup and moaned 'Feeling better?' 'Than before? Yes' He laughed 'Nothing your special coffee can't fix' Cookie, his wife, had thought that since Diana,Buttercup and I had our signature look, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have our signature coffee. So she made coffee with vanilla strawberry cream for me, Choco Latte cream for Diana and Coffee with banana flavour and golden sprinkles for Buttercup. 'Where's Cookie? I don't see her anywhere' Cookie is his wife. She's blonde and gorgeous in every sense of the word while Mr.Baker is somewhat golden yellow and muscular. 'She's ill, didn't want to leave her but she's stubborn. Said you'll need someone to comfort you' 'Why would she say that?' I quirked a brow 'She knew you'll come home heart broken and look she wasn't wrong' 'Has she ever been?' 'Not since I've known. One of the reasons I married her. Why didn't you come with Choco Latte and Buttercup?' 'They had other plans' He sighed 'I hope those two don't come home pregnant. Why can't they emulate you?' 'We are special in our own different way. Just remember that none of them will break you trust' He sighed 'I hope so' 'Hey are you gonna take my order or not?' A young man screamed. He must have being trying to get Mr. Baker's attention while he was talking to me. 'Are you blind? Can't you see I'm busy with my Vanilla' Mr Baker spat out, anger clearly visible in his words 'If you can't wait like everyone else, then take your bloody money and get the hell outta here' By now, everyone's attention was focused on the two men screaming their lungs out at each other. Everyone knew that when Mr. Baker was busy with any of his flavours, no one dared disturbed him. If you want to get his attention, silently tap the one he is talking to. But this young man here clearly had no idea and he was so rude shouting at someone old enough to be his father all because he is rich. 'I don't care who the hell Vanilla is' 'Hey take that back' the crowd screamed at him 'I'm outta here' He made to pick his wallet. Forget his attitude, I can't let Mr Baker lose a customer because of me. This guy looks rich and we could use all the money we can get. I placed my hand gently on his arm 'Please dont go' He jerked my hand off ' Who are you?' 'I'm Vani.. I mean Samantha' Telling him I'm Samantha might blow things up 'I'm sorry for what my dad did' I looked at Mr. Baker, who was attending to other customers. 'He's being grumpy lately' 'Yeah whatever' He rolled his eyes. Stupid 'Let me take your order' I reached out to the shelf to pick up my special book and pen 'I would like a medium cup cold espresso and pumpkin pie' 'Of course. I'll be right back' 'Hey lassie' I looked back to see Mr. Armando screaming at the top of his voice. He could have easily walked to where she was but he was an attention seeker but not in a bad way. 'Yes Mr Amando' 'I would like to order the lucky charm cup' Everyone gasped. It wasn't very often that the cup was ordered, and even if it must be ordered, then what you need it for must be pretty big. 'May I ask what you need it for good sire?' He laughed at my accent 'I have a contract with the government, and its a pretty big deal, lassie. So I'm countin' on the ol' charm cup to get me the contract' He said in a Texan accent of his own. 'Alright then" I walked into the locker room to change my dress and put on my apron. As I came out, I saw Grandfather talking to the rude man. What was he doing here?, Mr. Baker would give a fit when he sees him, he wasn't meant to leave the house, he was too old to be walking around. Well I'll scold him later, but now I need to know what this two gentlemen are talking about 'I don't need your lectures old man, and most certainly do not need this town's bad luck with me' He's so rude, no manners. Who does he think he is? Never mind I know who can take care of him. 'My son, the moment you walked into the shop, you already had our luck. I'm sure you must be here for a reason' I heard a bang on the table and quickly stood up before anything regretful happened. The first thing I was met with was his cold angry eyes, jeez what's his problem? What were you doing behind the counter,Nilla? He raised a brow 'You know, girls stuff' I winked 'Do we need to check your eyes, little one?' I sighed 'No Grandfather, I was winking' 'Oh!' He's so old fashioned "Where is my order miss?" I'm beginning to lose my patience with this guy, can't he just hold on for twenty minutes? "I'm coming sir. You have to wait" I sprinted to Mr. Amando's seat, this was going to be a tough one "Hello Mr. Amando" "Wassup lassie?" 'You see that guy over there?' 'The one that has no idea how to talk to his elders and insulted lassie? Yeah I see him, I see him real good' 'He doesn't believe in our lucky charm' I said with puppy eyes. Please let this work 'Oh is that so?' 'Yes. So I was thinking maybe you could give me your cup to teach him a lesson' 'Anything to make him believe lassie. But I do want to see him beg' 'Oh you will' I pecked his cheeks 'Thanks Mr. Amando' I hurriedly ran back to fix his order 'Here is your order. Cold espresso and pumpkin pie' He stared at the cup for a while 'Nice design, but I didn't order it' 'Consider it as a gift and an apology' 'Does this add to the money I'm paying?' I rolled my eyes, proud jerk 'No, I just told you it was a gift. You don't pay for gifts' 'Alright then Hasta la Vista' and with that he left. I sighed 'He'll be back Nilla' Grandfather rubbed my back I smiled "Don't they always" He jerked his head up "Don't want Gerald to find me here. I better get going' But it was too late "Stop right there Grand father!" Mr Baker already saw him Alright guys, there it is. The first part of twisted love I hope you like it. Let me know what you think of the story in your comments. Please dont forget to like and vote?????. Thank you