Five
1150 Words
"You look sexy in the video, Mi' Amor."
I swallow my anger and fake a broad grin.
"Nice video you took," I say my words laced with sarcasm. "But I'm not here to talk about the video, Waiter. I'm here to get served by you. So, can you please do your job?"
Breaker frowns and hands over the menu.
I smirk at him. "Thanks."
I order fried chicken, warm soup and some spinach which Breaker brings quickly. That cocky grin is still stuck on his stupid face as he sets the meal on the table.
He's not one bit ready for the hell that I'm about to unleash.
Once he sets the tray on the table, I intentionally slip the plate off the table so that all the soup and chicken spills on my pants.
I look up to glare at Breaker who stares at what I've just done in confusion. I gasp, my eyes angrily set on him.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
I scream flying from the chair angrily.
I jump onto Breaker and grab him by the collar of his shirt.
Breaker is gawking at me in a state of bewilderment.
With a creased brow, he pushes me off and I intentionally take advantage of that push to toss my body hard to the ground.
"So now you want to hit me!" I yell. "You're not even sorry that you spilled very hot soup allover my pants! Instead of being sorry, you kick me to the ground?"
By now, a crowd of customers are gathered with dilated eyes and gaped mouths. They are whispering amongst themselves as they stare at me in sympathy and others glare at Breaker.
Breaker looks around in total confusion.
" b***h, what the f**k did you-"
I cut him off furiously, faking a cry.
"Is this how the staff here talks to the customers? Huh? You spill soup allover my pants and instead of being sorry, you're cussing at me? Is this how the staff here is trained to treat the customers?" I cry.
I struggle to stand up when a tall woman in a skirt suit helps me up.
"Hallo, Miss?" She talks to me politely. "I'm Renée, the manager here. Sorry for the poor service. I'll see to it that this incident doesn't occur in the future to you and other dear customers."
I fake a cry.
"Honestly, I don't know if I'll be able to set foot in this restaurant ever again after the terrible treatment I have received from your staff, Miss Renée."
She smiles at me sweetly.
"Be sure that you'll never see his face again in this restaurant," she gives Breaker a sharp glare. "I'll see to that, myself."
For a swift second, I smirk at Breaker then look at the beautiful manager.
I sniff.
"Thankyou ma'am . But I have to leave now... You know, go clean up after the mess he has done."
I turn back to head for the exit door with a victorious grin.
"You ugly b***h!"
Breaker loses it and runs after me. He grabs my arm, about to hit me but instead he gets punched on the nose by one of the guards. He's quickly pinned down to the ground.
I reach for the glass exit door, feeling a bit more satisfied than I had expected when I entered.
I just lost my job.
Because of Breaker.
Breaker just lost his job.
Because of me.
With a broad grin, I slide into the cab that stopped right outside the restaurant.
Home is where I need to be more than anything.
Home Sweet Home.
???
The cab driver stops just outside my apartment.
"Thanks," I tell him as I take my bag.
The driver spins to look at me in the backseat. He has this absurd look on his face.
"Your life seems to be rainy and full of storms." The old man says out of the blue, looking deep into my eyes as if he can see right through my soul.
"You keep looking for the sunshine but you never seem to find it. You know why?"
I'm a little confused and caught offguard by his words.
"Because you are the sun."
I manage to smile at his sweet words.
"Thanks," I mumble as I climb out of the car.
"Think about what I said, Miss." Then just like that, he speeds away.
Because you are the sun...
His words echo in my mind as I watch his car vanish.
****
I step into the house and I'm gripped with loneliness.
Wendy is obviously at work.
Lex and Brix are at the salon.
Maybe I should call Lex and ask her to come... Oh! I left my bag at work and phone at work. I wonder how I'll be able to get the bag back.
I can't believe I just got fired.
This has to be my worst nightmare!
It's just yesterday that I lost the man I wanted for the rest of my life. And now I've lost the only job I've had my whole life?
Can someone please put a pause to all this drama? Why is this just happening to me? It's honestly too much to bear.
I step into the bathroom after taking off my stained pants.
I stand in the shower for a long time, not moving, not washing my hair. Just standing.
Standing still as the water drips down my skin.
I stand in the shower, hoping that it washes away this sadness... this loneliness... this brokenness... this... this emptiness.
But it doesn't.
Instead, I feel worse.
Numb.
I don't feel like crying or yelling or bursting out or losing my cool anymore.
I feel weak...
I feel defeated...
I feel... empty.
I step out of the shower with a big frown and dry myself up with the towel.
After sliding into a big blue t-shirt, I grab Chasing Red and slide into my bed.
Now that I don't feel like doing anything, I might as well read this novel that Lex got me recently so that I can kill time. This is the perfect time to read it.
A few minutes later, I'm on page five of the novel.
I'm a fast reader and it's a surprise that I'm stuck on page five of this interesting novel when I should be on page fifty.
Axel...
He's someone's husband...
You're a terrible person!
You're a home-wrecker!
You're never going to get another job!
Your life is meaningless!
You're jobless now!
You're useless!
Nobody likes you!
I sigh in defeat and put the novel aside. I can't read this novel with all these thoughts roaming around my head.
I pull the duvet and force myself to sleep.
****
The loud doorbell wakes me up roughly.
I crawl out of my bedroom and head over to get the door.
Miguel.
What the hell is he doing here?
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