A maid and two brats

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I walked to the door, and put my head in a bowing position just like they always asked. 

They pushed the doors and stormed in with more noise than a grinding mill. As usual, they dressed in dark clothes, with unusual descriptions on them. 

I only knew two well enough. Most times those two led the group while the other two followed closely behind. But today, there were only three of them, and their latest target following behind. 

Damien walked in first. He was hot. Like the kind of hot that would make a heated pan wish it were hot. His hair was black cut trim on the bottom with longer curls sweeping to the side at the top. Tall—maybe 6.1 or 6.2, with broad shoulders, and a lean muscled body. Chiseled jaws that were sharp enough to cut glass, and a face that would make gods go to war. 

He had a tattoo running up from somewhere inside his black denim jacket up to his neck. His entire aura screamed power and asshole. I knew better than to cross him, no matter how much I hated him, one slap from those large hands would send me flying across the room, and c***k my already weak bones. 

The rest two followed behind him, Aaron, and Josh, As usual, they had baseball bats in their hands, and they swung it freely in the air, not caring that they could break something. But why would they? They had enough money to replace it. The last guy followed like a lamb about to be slaughtered. He looked like he would die of fear the next second. All of them except Damien were in their uniform, and I knew they came here from school. 

"Welcome to Humphrey's," I said my usual greeting, just as they demanded every time they came around. 

"Hey ugly, it's you," Damien said in his deep voice, as he flashed me his charming smile showing his perfect teeth. He sounded surprised like he had not made a special request to have me by the door waiting every time he came by. 

He walked past me to his usual seat on the other side of the booth. Aaron walked past me too, holding his bat on his shoulder, josh ruffled my hair a little and walked past me too. Why does everyone want to touch my hair? The last boy scrambled inside, rushing past me without even daring to look up. His shirt was ruffled, and one side of his eyeglass was higher than the other. 

 I fixed my hair roughly and gave Sam who was still amused a scowl before walking to the booth where they sat. "What can I get for you," I said, plastering my fakest smile on. Better to get this done sooner. 

"Why are you in such a hurry little miss ugly," Aaron said, amused. The new dude just stood in the corner as his body trembled with fear. 

"I'm not," I answered sharply, "I just have a lot to do today,"

"Ooh, someone is in a mood today," Josh said, laughing. "I like your hair color, it makes your face pop." 

"Just because she changed her hair does not make her beautiful overnight." Damien finally spoke. 

"Oh, it makes your ugly face pop," Aaron and josh, barked out a loud peal of laughter. 

Ignoring them, I tried again. "Can I take your order?"

After a few rounds of sarcastic remarks, and mocking statements, I took down their orders and walked back to the counter. "They are much nicer today," Sam said as I gave her the order. 

"That's nice?" I turned to look as they lashed out at the new guy. 

"Hey my man, you can have a seat," Aaron said to him gesturing to a seat between him and Damien, with his evil grin. I knew better than to fall for a trap like that, but the poor guy did not. He took the bait and leaned down to the seat. Just as he reached the chair, Damien stretched his leg forward, and kicked the chair, sending the newbie tumbling to the ground. 

A shrilled painful cry erupted from him, and it drew the attention of the few customers at the shop. They looked for a second until Damien gave them an even icier glare, successfully scaring them back to their business. That was how it always was here, they got away with anything they did, and no one dared bat an eye. It was like they were scared of even looking at him. 

"Where the f**k is Zac," Damien asked, slamming his phone on the table with a thud, successfully cracking it into pieces. And then there was me, who had to work tirelessly for months to afford the phone I had now. 

"He had some issues with his old man's dad. He won't be here today." Josh answered. 

I took the tray of ice cream from Sam, then took a few strides back to the booth. "I have your order here," 

"Hell, he would have known what to do with this chicken." he took a fist full of the newbie's hair and pulled him up, then turned to me as I dropped the tray on the table. His green irises narrowed at me, sending a shudder through me. "What do you think we should do with him ugly?" he asked, as a slow smile formed on his lips. 

I think you should let the poor guy go, you ass. "You would know better," I said sweetly, clenching my fists around the tray. He was just a few words away from kissing my fists.  

"I insist, tell me" he held the newbie's hair tighter, and the poor guy screamed in pain while the other two assholes erupted in peals of laughter. I took a deep breath deciding it was time to teach at least one of them a good lesson. It would probably leave me ending up as their main target, but I was at a point where I no longer cared. 

I looked back at Sam who was giving me the "please don't do it look," because she knew too well just what I planned to do. 

I took my hand from the table and curled it back into the fist that was ready to punch Damein's handsome face, but Sam called from the counter before I could make the mistake without thinking. 

"Deb, someone's calling you," she raised my phone above the counter in a second Josh and Aaron were rolling with laughter. "That's your phone?"

"At least it connects me to people when I need to," I shot back and took the glasses off the tray, placing each one in front of the trio. I sauntered back to the counter and made my way around to meet Sam, who was still holding my phone that was no longer ringing.

"Nice save," I said in a low tone, "He really would have had it from me today."

"Well, thank you, but someone was calling you." Just then my phone rang again. I looked to see an unknown number. 

"Hmmm, strange. Only a few people have my number," I said before answering the call, only to hear the voice of an unfamiliar woman. 

"Hi, am I speaking to Deborah?" she asked. 

"Um...yeah...What's up," I stuttered. 

"I'm doctor Kayla," 

"Okay..." I stuttered again, wondering why on earth a doctor would be calling me. 

"It's you, dad." I froze as I heard the words. 

"What...how...what happened..." 

"I think you should come over to the hospital, I'll text you an address right now."

Hospital? Why the hell was he in the hospital? 

Oh, God.