SCARS

I'm having trouble with 'Random Hearts' but please lemme introduce to you my other story..

Haiyz..still I don't own Jennifer and Needy…!!

I wish I could…!

Let's Go..!

PROLOGUE

"Hi young lady. I'd like to look at this rug"

"No problem" I tell her.

I'm just getting on the floor at work before a middle-aged black woman spots me, maneuvers all around the white girls on the floor, and comes over to me. She's short, salt-and-pepper hair, a round woman with thick glasses; reminds me of my parental grandmother.

I ask her, "What size do you need?"

She tells me, "Six by Nine"

"We have those right…right…Here you go. Would you like to see a rug pad?"

"Love your voice. It's pretty, like a singer. Sarah Vaughan comes to mind."

"Thank you. Would you like to get a rug pad also? They only cost five dollars, and you can cut them so you can use them under different rugs if you like."

"I'll take one. My Lord, my Lord. How did you get that burn on your face?"

She cringes, then sounds sad, and that rattles me for a moment.

I struggle with a smile.

I say, "Happened…The burn is from a long time ago."

"You're too pretty to have something like that marking on your face."

"I…Uh…" I lose my momentum, then regroup. "Do you…Do you have any kids?"

"No man is ever gonna want you with a face like that."

I ask, "Do you have any kids?"

"Kids. Of course I have kids. And a husband. And grandchildren. And-"

"Then the rug…I mean the rug pads will be perfect for you."

She scrunches her face. "Rug pads?"

"Keeps the rug from sliding, so your kids…I guess your grandkids'll have fewer accidents if they run through…you get the picture."

"Lord, have mercy, Is that burn from an accident?"

I ignore her and asked, "What colors do you have in your room?"

"I dunno. Lemme think…peach…yellow…mauve…"

"Know what pillows will look great on that rug? Let me show you."

I keep talking, never giving her the chance to ask anymore questions. By the time I get in control and finish doing the "up sale" routine, pushing as much as merchandises as I can, she's buying three rugs, rug pads, all kinds of candles, pillows, and two bar stools.

Everybody in the store is busy, so I have to take her mountain of merchandise to her car.

She gives me a five-dollar tip and tells me, "And I'm telling you this, see a doctor about your face because the right person for you ain't gonna look at you twice if-"

"Thanks, but I have to get back inside. Our seasonal sale is keeping us busy."

She nods. "Remember what I've told you."

"Thanks. Happy holidays."

I hurry by cars and see my reflection, the history of my face is keeping up with me no matter how fast I move. My image meets me in the reflection of the glass doors as I rush back inside Pier 1, smiling. Then a hundred mirrors echo the burn on my face.

'Fuck him!'

First chance I get, I leave the floor and go back to the break room. My left hand wants to shake, but I won't let it. The memories tries to come back, and I can't stop it.

Some days history is silent.

Today history screams.

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