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Blaire sat alone in a small booth at a local cafe. It was retro 60's style decor, crime stools and chairs with red leather cushions for seats. The walls were lined with checkered light-blue and white tiles , and windows with fake red leather curtains that, in Blaire’s opinion, could be mistaken for shower curtains. She had been waiting for her boyfriend, whom had most likely stood her up again. The thought was enough to make Blaire cry because it would be a horrible ending for a horrible day.
Her hazel eyes drifted to the floor which matched the tiles on the wall and then trailed up to the near deserted bar where a chubby woman stood in a blue waitress apron and white uniform that did nothing for her. A notepad and a pen was sticking out of the upper left pocket and made Blaire long for a pen and paper, just so she could draw to absorb the boredom and cold hard reality of her own life.
A few more minutes went by like this, and finally her food came. She ate, then more time went by before she was the last person there and the place was closing. She sighed and went to the counter in hope of a little comfort food before having to leave. "What can I get you?" a new waitress asked in a hoarse voice. She was tall and had burgundy hair that was obviously dyed because her roots were showing. It was little things like this that Blaire always seemed to pick up on, the little details. "Can you make me a sundae please?" Blaire asked trying best as she could to hold back tears that threatened to burst from her at any second. "What kind?" the woman asked sounding as if she couldn't care less. "Can you make me one that will cover an I-just-got-stood-up-again-and-I'm-miserable day?" she asked sitting on a stool. It was hard and cold to the touch, and in other words uncomfortable. "Sure thing honey" she said walking into the back where a fat man in a dirty apron stood wiping his hands off on the end of it. Blaire grimaced and turned seeing a man walk into the store. He stared at her for a minute, then sat two seats away down the countertop. He played her no attention and she shrugged. 'He must be gay to not be into me' Blaire thought in that self-centered way. She thought every man should be into her and if he wasn't, then he was gay. The waitress came back out and the man ordered something. "I'll be back.." Blaire said quietly before walking out of the store. The cold air rushed against her face sending chills of pleasure up her spine. She shuddered and leaned against the brick wall outside of the diner. Outside it looked very shady with the words quickly stop in neon lights that flickered on and off at random. Above her, a large clock was stationed against the wall and read 10:30. A pack of cigarettes found their way out of her pocket and into her hands, then one was in her mouth and lit. She inhaled the chemicals deeply before exhaling out smoke. The smoke curled up into the dark night sky, free forever. Her thoughts were broken when the man whom had walked into the bar had come outside too. "Your food is ,melting" he commented, lighting up a cigarette of his own. "that's nice" Blaire said back, not really caring about what he said.
Suddenly, she felt his hands snaking up her waist, then arm and eventually, the man pressed himself against her and kissed her deeply. She kissed back , but when his advance became too much, she pushed him away and stared at the man before turning disgusted. He grabbed her arm, clearly not happy about being cut off. "I'm not finished" he said with an evil tone and forced himself on her again. Blaire tried to scream, her fiery curls thrashing about like a head of snakes. He pushed a knife against her chest and threatened that if she was to say anything he would kill her. The man dragged her to his car , and shoved her in the back, advancing on her again. Her hand slipped to her boot and she pulled out a can of pepper spray, fear convulsing through her body and blackening her veins. The pepper spray can lifted off with a loud pop and the man stopped and stared at her in annoyance. She brought it up to his face and sprayed it in one swift movement. The adrenaline was pulsing now in replace of fear. She kicked him hard as he writhed from the burning.
Back at the diner, they had called the police, and the man was caught and taken in. She was breathing hard but felt better than ever. Wouldn't this make an exciting tale for her friends tomorrow?
TwoDollarWhore · Fri Jul 14, 2006 @ 03:26am · 6 Comments |
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