Saved By A Bully

Chapter 3 : A Threat!

I took a shaky breath before I opened that box. Looking inside, I found a familiar hairband. Taking that in my hand, I smiled sadly while fixing my gaze on it. There have lots of good memories of this hairband which I lost when I was just a little girl. Shaking my head, I looked inside, there was a fountain pen which brought tears to my eyes. I wish they didn't have sent this here to me.

I could not get the reason behind sending these which reminds me of painful memories that I avoid remembering even a day. Something caught my attention inside the box which made me kept that fountain pen and hairband aside before taking a letter from it. Again a note! Why? When I began thinking everything will be alright and then...

I unfolded the note and read the message which sent chills down my spine. My hands were shaking and my hold around that note tightened. "Тебя ищут, Ана." (Translation: They are looking for you, Ana.") 

My heart was pleading to me to go to my home and run away from here after taking my daughter in my arms where my mind was scolding me, saying, "Face your fear, Anastasia. You are safe here. They can't do anything to your baby as long as you stay in a low profile and invisible with Emma. Hold your ground. Don't let your fear get the best of you, not in this time. If not for you, do this for your Emma. She needs someone stronger who can protect her with everything." I have to be strong for her. I was never this weak before. Then why am I feeling so restless? No, I have to talk with him soon about this.

Clenching my jaw, I folded that paper and kept that inside with that hairband and fountain pen before locking that box with a small key. I left my chair and told her stiffly without making any eye contact, "I have to go back to my work. Do you have anything to tell which is work-related, boss? Please make it fast." I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She wanted an explanation from me which she will never get anyways. I wanted fresh air. I wanted to be alone to think again. My mind became a mess again. 

Damn it. 

Please don't ask me anything, woman. Let me go to my work. 

I was praying to God to keep her shut up before I snap at her unintentionally. I felt her gaze on me. I did not look at her for once. She was trying to say something but stopped herself for good. She was aware of my anger issue. I don't want to hurt her. It will be unfair to her and may make me feel guilty in the end. 

I sighed in relief when I heard her say, "No," Good. I nodded to myself and told her, "I will take this box from you when I go to my home. Don't let others touch this box. I mean it." With that saying, I left her cabin and walker toward the locker to change my outfit. After changing my clothes to a peach color shirt and black knee-length skirt, I looked at myself in the mirror to tie my hair in a bun. My violet eyes used to shine brightly before, but now, they darkened and lost their color with time. And my once long smooth and silky hair became rough and shorter than before. I need to change my hair color before it is too late. But I guess I wouldn't be able to do that any time soon. 

Tieing my hair in a bun, I left that changing room and went to the booth where one of my colleagues told me immediately, "You go and take orders from table no. 13, where some rich kids are waiting to give their orders." Nodding, I went to my designated table where rich kids- uh, sorry, some of them were my age and some were younger than me chatting and laughing at each other. Once I used to be like them. Carefree and fun-loving. But everything changed from the day when... Let's leave the past and live the present.

I stopped in front of their table and cleared my throat to grab their attention. They all turned their gaze to me before stopping their talking. They blinked at me. 

Am I an alien to you all, kids? I asked them, mentally of course. 

I did not know what they were thinking. There were nine teenagers where three of them were girls and the rest were boys of different ages. They did not say anything except staring at my face. 

The air around us turned awkward when I did not hear them uttering even a single word to me. 

It felt like an eternity when one of the boys in his blue eyes and sandy blonde hair asked, "How may I help you, Ms.? Are you lost here? You can tell us before we look for your family, Bionda." He smirked at me. I looked at him carefully, trying to guess his age. I was sure he was either my age or a year elder than me. 

My heart missed a beat when I heard a deep velvety voice said from behind, "She is here to take your orders, Logan." Okay. Why the hell my heart got affected by that unfamiliar voice? I huffed internally.

The guy, Logan, looked at me and then at the owner of the voice who has the power in messing with my heart whose face I refused to see for once. Logan snorted, saying, "You must be joking, right?"

I didn't react to it. That Logan guy was staring at me with wide eyes. I clearly remembered I wore my uniform before coming to their table to take their orders. I needed to leave soon after taking their orders as I had other customers to take their orders as well. 

I took a deep breath before asking, "What would you like to have for your breakfast, sir, and ma'am?" 

They snapped out from their daze before giving me their orders one by one. I don't know why but it felt like they know me or something like that which is strange as I have seen saw them before in my life. 

Who're they?

I will be needed to take help from one of my colleagues to bring their breakfast. I excused myself before leaving for the kitchen without sparing a single glance behind me. I still felt a burning gaze on me as I left that place. I don't want trouble in my life anymore.

Entering the kitchen, I looked at the cook, Lexie, who hurriedly ran toward me, asking, "Give me the list, Ana. Hurry up!" I tore that page from my notepad and gave her that immediately. 

She ran toward the other cook, ordering them to prepare their order. I am glad that she did not talk to me at that moment as I was too disturbed about the matter of what I have got this morning.