Lustful Delusion

Rated : Matured Audience 18 Mercedes p.o.v I got to my place of work as usual. I work at a café with my best friend Christina. Not only that, but I had to drag her with me to work because I know how she can be in the morning. Christina is someone who loves her bed more than anything in this world. She will choose her bed over anything. I mean anything. “Mercedes, we came ten minutes early. I could have slept more”. Christina whined. I rolled my eyes, " I would rather not be late because of your lazy ass. If it wasn't for me, you would still be in bed, sleeping like there is no tomorrow. “ I said, glaring at her. Christina pouted. “You are mean. I want a sweet boyfriend who will let me sleep as I want. “ “I'm convinced if he wants to ask you out, he will have to come along with a bed and blanket.” I opened the café doors, ignoring her rantings with her following me still whining like a child. Our boss greeted us with a warm smile, “Hey Ladies”. “Good morning Santiago”. “ Good morning handsome” Christina said, drooling at the sight of Santiago. I rolled my eyes and dragged her to our lockers. “Will you stop eye-f*****g him, Christina….? I said, wearing my uniform, as I glared at her. “What? I mean look at him, he is so hot and sexy” she said with her eyes twinkling. How did I meet this girl again? “You are impossible”. I huffed. I started my day by wiping the tables before customers started coming, and Christina joined me. Our café serves coffee, milkshakes and some delicious cakes. It is a pretty famous café in our area because of the astonishing baking skills of Santiago and Christina's milkshakes. I usually make coffees, and we serve all together, helping each other. I love my work, and it managed to pay me enough money to pay my rent of the apartment that Christina and I are sharing. The apartment isn't that big, but I love it. It is cozy and comfortable. I used to live with my father, or should I say stepfather? He maltreated me and treated me like I was a piece of thrash. It didn't matter to him whether I died or I was alive. I tried to make him happy, but as the sufferings became unbearable for me, I ran away from home. Then I applied for a job at this café and my best friend helped me. She offered to share her apartment room with me, for which I will always be grateful. We were friends right from the start of our college, and we clicked instantly, and we are best friends until now. I started greeting customers and taking their orders. The café usually gets crowded pretty quickly. I wrote 'Special Pastry' and 'Special milkshake' for the day. We served special recipe cakes and milkshakes each week. Santiago's cakes and pastries with Christina's tasty milkshakes are attractions for customers. The day went by quickly, we got half hour until my shift ends. I headed to the counter to make my last order of the day. I saw Santiago talking on the phone, looking tense and anxious. He hung up and started packing his stuff hurriedly. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "What happened?, Is everything alright?” I asked him. “No, my mom had an asthma attack and my dad is taking her to the hospital. I just received his call.” Oh my Goodness! “You should get going. Don't worry about the café. I will handle it. Take Christina with you. You don't look in a good condition to drive.” “I will go with him” Christina said, interrupting us. Santiago smiled gratefully and hugged me. “ Thank you, Mercedes. I will get going now. Take care.” “Call me to keep me updated about the situation” I told Christina. She nodded and followed Santiago outside. I sighed and apologized to the lady waiting for a drink. “Don't worry. It's fine.” she smiled. I smiled at her and gave her what she ordered for. I checked my wristwatch and my eyes widened looking at the time. It was 8:30pm. I hurriedly wiped the counter and quickly got to change my clothes. I changed quickly and shut off the lights of the café after hanging the closed tag on the door. Likewise, I locked the café door. As soon as I turned, somebody came stumbling and collided with my body. I steadied myself by quickly wrapping arms around the person, preventing him from falling. My back collided with the café door, I winced but managed to prevent myself from falling. I could feel warm breath on my neck, coming in pants. “Are you okay?” I asked. He shook his head, “Not really? “ He said calmly. I tried to make him stand properly, and my hand felt like I was touching something wet. Then I noticed my hand was all red. Damn. My eyes widened and I gasped. “Oh my goodness! You are bleeding”.