Chapter 2

• CHAPTER 2
• Amber's pov
• My father lay on the floor in a drunken mess with no worry in the world, my chest felt heavy and the tears I had been holding back finally found their way down my cheeks. I had just saved him from the hands of death, losing my pride but here he was getting drunk instead of looking for a way to clean up his mess.
• I closed the door behind me took a deep breath and walked inside trying my best not to wake him up as I didn't have the strength to talk to him, I made my way to my room quickly took off my clothes, and rushed into the bathroom as I couldn't spend one more minute with his semen still in me.
• I lay in the bath tiredly allowing the warm water to calm my sore skin, I kept recalling what had happened last night. I could still feel his hands crawling dangerously on my skin in a vile manner. I quickly sat up breathing heavily trying to calm myself as more tears flowed down my eyes. I quickly took my exfoliating sponge to scrub my body ignoring how harshly I scrubbed my skin which was beginning to react and turn red.
• All I wanted was for his touch to leave me, I felt disgusted by it all. I let out a frustrated scream not caring if my father woke up, I was tired of it all!
• After some minutes of calming myself down, I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, I walked to the mirror standing by a corner in my room accessing the love bites on every part of my skin that was still sensitive when I touched it.
• I quickly put on clothing that would hide the marks as I didn't want any eyes staring at me suspiciously as I walked down the street, I made my way downstairs and saw my father already awake and struggling to get up from the floor. I had the urge to leave him that way because I was clearly pissed off with him but I still went to help him up from the floor. The air around him stank of alcohol making me scrunch my nose in disgust as helped him to the chair.
• "You're back." He said smiling like an insane man.
• "I'll be off to work," I told him ignoring his initial question.
• "But you got fired." He pointed out leaning his back on the hair as he gazed at me.
• "Well I'm going to find one, you can't possibly take care of me with the shitty life you're living." I snarled at him releasing some of the anger I had in me, this wasn't the life I thought I would have when I found my father.
• "I might as well leave your life if you don't change and find a suitable job for yourself," I told him turning away and walking towards the door, I glanced back and saw the nonchalant stare he gave me, if only my mother was alive I won't go through this torture.
• This was the same man I gave my body to in exchange for his life, I regret my action.
• I walked down the potch and towards the street to God knows where, at this point, all I wanted was a job to support myself, it didn't matter what kind of job as long as the pay is okay and satisfying. I walked along the road and noticed a cafe that had a job vacancy poster hung outside.
• Guess today isn't bad after all.
• A smile curved on my lips as I walked into the cafe confidently, it was filled with customers who were complaining about their orders not arriving yet. I made my way to the counter smiling at the waitress who seemed to be under a lot of stress and needed a break as she was bombarded with more and more orders.
• "Hi, I'm here for the job vacancy posted outside… um, can I see your manager?" I asked nervously praying that I would get this job, even if I become a cleaner I don't mind.
• "You can take orders right?" She asked, still answering the customers besides me.
• "Yeah, sure," I answered.
• "You're hired." She said and I stared at her so dumbstruck. I never thought it would be this easy. Is she the manager? I don't think an ordinary staff member can make such decisions.
• "What?" I asked in surprise. I never imagined I could get a job so easily, guess my life is finally taking a turn.
• "You heard me, lady, get to work, there's no time." She instructed me to walk to the back of the counter, placing my bag in a safe spot, I notice a little better and picked it up before going to the customer's seat to take their orders.
• I walked to a table filled with men all in black, I felt slightly nervous as they shattered between themselves. They reminded me of the man whom I had left his place with today. My skin crawled in goosebumps as I stood smiling at them awkwardly. It's my first day and I don't want a bad customer review.
• "What would you like to get?" I asked them and they immediately went silent which was awkward. I stared at them wondering just what I did to make them react that way.
• "Hi?" I said awkwardly as they eyed me making me self-conscious. Why were men this annoying and lack respect? I looked around the big cafe noticing the other staff struggling to attend to the customers who were waiting impatiently for their orders these men weren't impatient but I hated the way they drew attention to themselves and talked too loudly.
• "Ha! We meet again mademoiselle." I heard a familiar voice say, I looked at the man who had said it and instantly felt the urge to be swallowed by the ground. Just what is he doing here?