Chapter one
TRIS POV
"Hey! Can I get another cup of coffee lady?"
This man is just so utterly impatient. He can't wait ten seconds before yelling for me to get him something else. And besides the fact that I have told him many times before that my name is—
"Lady! Do you have ears? I said—"
"LIsten dude, i heard you the first time you asked. Heres your damn coffee. Enjoy the rest of your day asshole." I walked away from him before he could say any other rude comments back. As i was saying before i got interrupted, my name is Tris. Oh wait hold on I have another table waiting.
"Hello sir, my name is Tris and i'll be your waitress today. How may I help you?"
"Why hello there, can I just get a glass of water and some fries please."
"Coming right up, just give me one minute please."
"Okay no rush."
What I just failed to mention about some of the major details in my life is that I am currently in a relationship with my dick of a boyfriend, Peter. You see he isn't the nicest guy, especially when he gets mad because he tends to use my body as a punching bag. He wasn't always like this. But about two years ago when his father died he turned into a different man and started to get really mad at me for the simplest things. He told me he would kill my family if I ever tried to leave him. So unfortunately for me, I had to stay with him. I walked back to the table carrying the fries and water.
"Here is your water and one basket of fries sir. Oh and this is on the house. Thank you for your service and everthing you do for this country."
"Oh I insist on paying, you really don't have to."
"Too late I already have"
"Thank you"
"No problem, have a good rest of your day sir.
"You too miss."
Okay so the other thing I forget to mention is he is in the army. I could tell since he was still wearing his uniform. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen. I've never seen him around this part of Chicago before. Who knows, he could just be visiting family.
My shift just finished and it's now time for me to go see Peter…Hopefully he is in a better mood then yesterday because my bruise on my stomach is still purple.
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I wake up with a pounding headache and the thoughts of last night finally coming back to me. Peter was mad. It was the worst I have ever seen him. He came home just muttering something about a Soldier Boy.
But I don't really know what he meant nor did he give me time to even think about what he said because his fist had connected with my eye, and then my jaw. Pretty soon it ended up with him holding me down on the bed, ripping my clothes off as i tried to get out if his death like grip.
He currently has his arms wrapped around me and I try to wiggle out of his grip so I could get to work on time today. But lucky for me, I woke him up.
"Where do you think you are going bitch." He turned me around and grabbed my chin so I was looking at him.
"Peter I have to get to work, just let me go get ready."
"Don't tell me what to do!" My head turned to the side as his hand slapped my face.
"I'm sorry"
"Just go, I don't want to look at your pathetic excuse of a body anymore."
I scrambled out of the bed, grabbing a blanket on the way trying to cover up my naked body a little more. And I went to the bathroom to get ready and try to make all my bruises a little less noticeable for the day.
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I walked in to work at the diner and I stopped in my tracks. My eyes caught the other pair of eyes staring back at me. They were the same eyes I couldn't take my eyes off of yesterday. The soldier's. He smiled at me and I politely smiled back. I quickly went to go slip on my apron. In the back of my mind I wondered if the Soldier Boy Peter was mumbling about last night is the same Soldier thats in the diner right now. I quickly shook that thought out of my head as I stood in front of Soldier Boys table with a paper and pen in hand.
"You just can't get enough of me can you, Soldier Boy?" I teased him and fought the urge to smile at him.
"Ha-Ha, very funny. But actually my name is Four by the way."
"Well okay 'Four,' what can I get for you today? Same as yesterday or are we going to try something new?"
"Hmm, surprise me. I trust you."
"Okay one roast beef sandwich and a water coming right up." I made the mistake of winking at him before I turned around and stood face to face with none other than Peter. And let me tell you, he did not look happy.
"What in the hell do you think you are doing with this pathetic Soldier Boy, bitch," he growls at me and grabbed my wrist tightly, probably forming a bruise already. I knew I was in for a serious beating tonight by the daggers his eyes were shooting at me and at Four behind me.