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The Bus

The heavy raindrops hit off my emerald umbrella; I can feel the puddle of water seeping into my new flats. Great. Not only was it 'pissing down' but the bus was planning to be late, again. I'm beginning to think this is the world showing me how much it truly despises me.

'Bitch! You don't deserve ma love, you don't even deserve ma shit!' screeched a female voice.

Oh! Just what I need, a street performance! A middle aged couple, standing next to me, have been arguing for 8 minutes; and from what I have observed it's over, and I quote who is the 'bigger pussy' in the relationship.

'I fucking do everything for the kids, I get the wages, I pay the rent. All you do is pussy around the place, acting like you own shit!' The women had a red face now, clearly not a fan of her partners 'pussy behaviour'.

'Well, it ain't my fault I can't work. You know what the doctor says, I can't do any heavy duty work, or I might lose my foot!' As the only audience for this show, I felt the need to boo the man.

We are currently standing under the bus stop sign, waiting for the bus, which I have a hunch, isn't going to turn up. The group of young teens, who were standing across the road, disappeared, guess they were not fans of family drama.

I look at my watch, 10:34 (pm), this is the last time I cover someone else's shift at 'The Mellow'.

I normally work from 9 till 6, on weekdays, at the Mellow, not ideal, but hey, it pays for my rent. The Mellow, is a high class restaurant, situated in the posh area of the city, which was 50 minutes away by bus from where I lived. I get a good pay, working as a bartender (at the restaurants bar) and as a waitress (which I hate). Not my ideal job, but hey what do you expect from someone with no useful qualification.

'Oh fuck me! Actually don't you will enjoy it too much! You lazy bastard!' The woman started to roll up her sleeves, trying to keep her umbrella up at the same time. The couple where the same height, so one could see why the man looked intimidated, she looked as if she could take down a live bear! 'The doctor said that 13 years ago! Damn you bitch! My Ma was right, why did I marry you, you don't deserve me.'

'Oh aye! Even if you had half a brain, you still wouldn't see an ounce of what I do for my family! I lost three of my toes, saving your Da! He never once thanked me, that ungrateful fucker!' It was official; this argument was never going to end.

I let out a sigh, would Victoria remember to lock the door before she went to bed, I hope so, or else we might find another homeless man sleeping in our living room. Trust me, not the best 'surprise' you want to face, when you wake up at 5:30. That time I practically shat myself, while Victoria threatened to punch him in the face if he didn't leave in 5 minutes.

Victoria is my sister, well not at first anyway. We were fostered into the Gillette household and later adopted. Victoria and I originate from Scotland, coming from, how should I phrase this, 'uncivil' backgrounds. We were fostered by Herriot and Elisa Gillette, at the age of 8, who were both infertile. After 2 months in their home, they decided to adopt us, 2 years later we were brought here. We grew up as twins, even though I'm half a year older than Victoria, but she liked to claim, in front of others, that she was the older twin.

It's funny telling people we were twins, they always used to ask questions and ended up getting REALLY confused. I mean I would to, if a curly redhead, with green eyes, claimed to be a twin with a straight blond, who had blue eyes (although I have been told they look more like violet).

'Did you just call my father a fucker? Well at least he wasn't a high-street-whore, like your mother, who 'gave it' to men AND women, on the park bench! Left, right and centre, fucking everyone and anyone!'

Wow, and I thought I had problems. The couple start hitting and pushing each other, the woman ends up chasing the man down the street. After silently thanking God, I look into my handbag for my tattered purse.

Fuck! Where is it! I remember checking it for change while coming up here. Shit! It must have dropped on the way here. Panicking, I look around on the pavement for the purse. No sign. Its official, I'm going to have to spend the night on the streets.

The watch displays the time, 11 (pm). I probably should try to find my purse, but fear has taken over, I can't seem to produce the courage to leave the safety of the street light and into the darkness. Even though I'm standing in a high class area, where I should be feeling safe (well that's what people expect), but you can never know where the next thug, rapist or thief is going to jump out.

'Looking for this?' I don't dare turn around; my body goes into a fearful reaction, my knees begin to shake and my hands being to sweat.

The man clears his throat, 'I think this is your purse.' He moves, so that he is in front of me, revealing his face and my purse.

'Thank you', I whisper, the fear has seemed to have eliminated my voice from within me.

'Waiting for the bus?' I look up, to see the gentleman standing with his hands in his pockets, the light bouncing off his dark curly hair. He has a lean build, from here I can see the shape of his muscles, hidden underneath his (very tight) shirt.

'Umm … yeah', I reply. He moves closer, forcing me to take three steps back.

'I don't think it's coming.' He looks at me, as if he were waiting for a reaction. 'I … Well you see … Do you want a ride?' I stare at him, this guys can't be thief, if he was he would have not returned my purse, but the possibility of him being a rapist or a thug are still out there. '…Umm… I'm actually dropping my friends off. You could … come … that is if you want to.'

'No thanks' I say firmly, no sign of weakness. I don't want to become a victim for this pervert. 'I'll call my friend'

'Seriously, I don't mind.'

'She lives two streets away.' A lie, but hey, how can he know.

'No, really-'

'Emmet! Get your fine ass over here!' Turning around, my gaze falls on a girl with a bob cut, a very sexy bob cut. Her, very, short silver dress clings to her figure, exposing her 'to-die-for' curves, as she leans over the hood of a very expensive looking Land Rover. 'Friday nights, aren't supposed to be spent with people who are clearly not interested in you.'

I feel my cheeks flush. How embarrassing, they thought he was hitting on me. I turn to find Emmet staring at me, although it is hard to confirm, but I see his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

'Alice, leave him be.' A brunette jumps out the car but, unlike her friend, she comes up to me and Emmet. Her dress is plain, actually it looks more like an oversized shirt than a dress, but nevertheless still sexy. er 'So, Rosalie, you live near here?'

I am struck with confusion, how do they know who I was unless, unless they looked in my purse. At my ID. At the most repulsive picture of me. Oh, great.

A screech in the background makes us all turn our heads, the bus has arrived. Hallelujah! 'Please excuse me.' I practically jump onto the bus, hitting my elbow of the door as it closes behind me.

I turn around and walk up the aisle, finding a 'nice' seat near the window, outside I can see that they are still standing there, talking.

'Would you get your fucking head off me you son-of-a-bitch.'

Is this couple haunting me?