No Other

It had been two long weeks since that encounter with Harry and surprisingly I wasn't that scared. I mean of course I was still slightly paranoid with how it had ended but I tried my best to pretend he was just bluffing. If he wanted to do something he would have done it already right? Unless he is actually planning to murder me, he might actually try and make sure there is no evidence of me left. Stop! I thought to myself, I can’t think like this definitely if I’m at work.

I watched the customers come in like an ocean of fish and each of them taking a seat where they pleased. I was surprised how clean Carl’s Burgers were for a fast food restaurant; pleasantly we somehow managed to have decent customers. As I served people their meals, I noticed blonde hair in the back of the restaurant, but it wasn’t just the blonde hair that spike my curiosity it was the guy that look strikingly familiar—Harry.

I squinted my eyes for a second, was I paranoid or was that them at the far end? But I couldn't think for long because a rude drunk customer came in, his blue eyes staring at me angrily. I shot him a confused glance, “Hi, how may I help you?”

I tried to smile at him politely but I immediately frowned when he started to babble on rude comments. “Finally you realize you have a fucking customer waiting to order! Are you fucking deaf or are you just retarded?”

“I-” I was instantly cut off by him starting to scream his thoughts to not just me but the whole restaurant.

“You no good piece of shit! You should get fired you ugly ass whore! Y-you…slutty—bitch.” He was beginning to mix up his words, but that didn’t help my sudden embarrassment. I felt worthless, was I really that ugly that someone had to point it out.

My manager a.k.a my boss John Hughes, step beside me by the cash register. His tall muscular frame wasn’t the only thing frightening but his tattoos that he once said were “years when I thought I could be a badass” he wasn’t one to mess with, he was scary looking, his dark hair was shaved off and his goatee was the only thing that was visible…hair wise.

“Is there a problem sir?” His deep voice made a shiver run through my back, he didn’t quite like me. And I was scared that I might get fired for my small mistake.

The drunken man stared in disbelief and he looked a bit more out of it than he was a few minutes ago. “Y-yes! Y-your…your bitch…isn’t…isn’t doing her f-fucking job! She…she is staring into fucking oblivion…and wouldn't take my fucking order!” He finally stammered out, I silently cursed at myself for my curiosity for the couple in the back because this wouldn't be happening. I didn't dare look if they were staring; I think I would die right here—right now.

“I see,” John said coolly. “Well why don’t I take your order and you can have a free burger on the house and…” He turned to me with a disappointed frown at me as he rolled his eyes before saying, “…why don’t you go home. We will talk about this tomorrow on your next shift.” He shot me a stern look before shooing me away, I didn’t even want to say bye to Carol, a woman I work with because I was just too embarrassed.

I walked out of that place as soon as I could, the cold air instantly hitting my skin. I shivered; I didn't even bring a jacket. This day couldn't get any better; I was humiliated in front of so many people—possibly even him. I stared at the sky, I was still in front of the restaurant, as I breathed in slowly I could feel myself feel more and more depressed with what the guy had said. Even if he was drunk, he still was right, I was ugly. I wasn’t pretty, anyone with eyes could see that, and I guess that's what hurt the most, it wasn't my conscious saying it anymore it was another human being.

Before I even started to step out, I heard someone swing the door open. I heard a heavy sigh before a deep husky voice began to speak, “quite a performance over there huh Rachael?” He was mocking me, and I couldn't help but feel angry. He was really an ass.

I turned around tears brimming against my eyelids, “Oh go to hell!”

He snickered at my remark, “Why are you crying? Just because that guy called you a whore or was it because he called you ugly?” I remained silent my eye staring at the ground, I honestly didn’t know what to say. It hurt my feelings; I wasn’t very good with criticism. “Are you that pathetic?” He laughed coldly, “I guess he was right-”

I couldn’t handle his rude remarks; I needed him to shut up before he said anything else that would hurt my self- esteem. I quickly took a couple steps towards him and I raised my hand at him and suddenly slapped him hard across his right cheek. The slap echoed throughout the parking lot.

I was shocked nonetheless of my bold actions and for some reason I wasn't scared, maybe because I knew his threats were just empty threats. I couldn’t deal with him being an ass and telling me more truthful things I didn't want to hear about myself. Who was he to tell me about myself? Didn't he know I knew how pathetic I was? Of course he didn't because he doesn't know me.

“Did you fucking just do that?” He growled at me, his bright green eyes becoming darker by the second. I stepped back but he grabbed my wrist instantly. “Oh no, you’re coming with me.”

“No!” I tried to pull back. “I am not going with you…you slime ball! You are fucking no good—piece of shit!” I tried pulling back again but he wouldn’t budge. “Let. Me. Go.” I shoved him.

He began to drag me towards a black Range Rover, I kept trying to pull away but each time I did he tightened his grip on my wrist, he shoved me in the passenger seat. After he closed the door I tried to use the handle to open it but I noticed it was broken off—what the fuck? I started to bang on the windows before I heard him get in the car.

“Stop fucking doing that Rachael,” He screamed at me. “They are bullet fucking proof windows; you can’t get out of here unless I let you out!” He said a bit more relaxed.

“I’m sorry I slapped you in the face.” I quickly pleaded. “I won’t do that ever again if you let me out!” Terror stroke through me like a heart attack, and I was beginning to grow dizzier with my breathing habits.

“I-I think…I think I’m having a heart attack.” The middle of my chest was hurting extremely bad, I couldn't move. My breathing was hitching, my heartbeat was accelerating, and the pain was becoming extremely unbearable. Oh my god this was it, I was having a heart attack because of all of this stress. Who will plan my funeral? What if Harry tries to revive me and I have to come back to this world and be his own torture play doll. What if-

I felt his hand on my own, he began to rub circles on my wrist, and “You’re just having a panic attack. Breathe slowly for me okay?” I didn’t listen to him at first, but I suddenly felt calmer when I felt his thumbs gently skim my skin, it was relieving in a way, maybe because I hadn’t been touched that way.

After a few minutes of his thumb caressing my hand, I felt calmer and less panicky. He noticed the drift in emotions and his eyes became softer when I looked into them. “Are you better?”

“I never experienced anything like that before, how do you know it was a panic attack?” I said still hoarse from the frightening experience, I honestly felt like I was dying.

“I used to get them all the time when I was a teen. I used to be scared too but my mom would-” He stopped his sentence before he said colder “Never mind.” His eyes changed in a split second, they were more…distant. And as soon as he said it he pulled out of the parking lot quick. He speeded into the streets as if he was trying to get away with something.

“What are you doing!?” I yelled at him. “You’re going to get us killed! Please stop, I might get another one if you don’t stop.” How did he change his emotions so fast? For second there I actually thought he had a heart. I was definitely wrong.

He didn’t stop his outrageous speed, my eyes glanced at his speed and I inhaled a sharp breathe 90 mph. Is he fucking crazy? We can die!

“Are you fucking crazy-” He cut me off before I could say what else I wanted to get off my chest.

He said sinisterly, “Crazy is an understatement.” He looked at me before he gave me a tight fake smile, before his lips pursued in a scowl.

What the fuck is going to happen to me?

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