Hey everyone. These past few weeks have been a real roller coaster ride, but due to some recent, yet positive events, I'm typing out this new chapter. I would like to apologize for the inconvenience and delay, but if life is keeping its positive attitude on me for awhile, then I guess everything will be okay.
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Here's chapter nine:
Nightmares and Pianos
Friends and Beer Mugs
Bella's POV
Eight months.
Eight months of searching and frustration leading up to a big fat serving of nothing.
Eight months of not coming home to a perky atmosphere and not being forced to any tiring shopping trips.
Eight long months have passed since my best friend flew to New York City to get a chance for her life long dream. More than eight months have passed since her brother has been released from the hospital and is pretty much no where to be found but at home, I think. About nine months have passed since the rescuing of me from a mysterious being who I cannot find.
Anthony.
Who is the mysterious person who I cannot find? Where can I find him?
So many questions; not enough answers.
I have been living with a never changing schedule that I've been living on for the past months.
Wake up.
Read any new messages from Alice about the amazing things that have happened in New York.
Get ready for the day.
Make sure that the dog tag-with its fixed chain, is around my neck.
Work for the rest of the day, with little conversation with Angela who is soon to be Mrs. Ben Chenly.
Leave work and research any thing that has something to do with my case and the person who saved me.
Get frustrated and annoyed with the lack of information I have. Well, more like I don't have.
Eat dinner if I'm hungry and talk to Alice if she answers her phone. Recently, she's been too busy for anything.
Look for more information for Anthony.
Come up with nothing.
Giving up, I go to bed and repeat the process the next day.
My life has recently been a complete failure to any excitement or fun.
I sighed to myself while I was wiping off the tables that were covered with spilled beer and other sticky substances. A guy got a little too excited while hanging around with his buddies and spilt beer all over Lauren. She was steaming and slapped the guy around the face. It was pretty funny to watch and I couldn't keep the smile off my face which got me a deserved glare from Lauren. It's rude and mean to say but boy, did Lauren sure did deserve it. Sadly, before anymore beer was spilt on any other waitress, the guy and his friends were escorted out.
The only downfall of the while ordeal is that I was stuck cleaning the mess.
I began scrubbing the table harder with little success. The cheese from the nachos and beer that they had are making a permanent residence on the table and I was going to get my butt chewed out for not getting Lauran's mess cleaned up. Just great. Eric is already keeping me on a short leash recently, so this will give him another reason to yell at me some more.
"Bella."
I turned my head to the feminine voice near me. Angela was sitting on the table next to me with a washcloth in her hand. She raised it and smiled, joining me on the epic cheese and beer battle.
"Thanks Ang," I said with gratitude. She looked up and smiled at me before returning to her scrubbing.
We continued scrubbing the tables in a comfortable silence; not needing to fill the atmosphere with constant chatter. With Alice on the other hand; silence was not an option. Angela was shy and somewhat timid but that what makes her one of my closest friend. She's observant like me so we don't really have the need to constantly talk about what is going on in our lives or how we're feeling. One of the best things about her is that she doesn't ask questions just to know what's going on but instead, she waits for you to speak and she is concerned about your well-being. Alice may be my sister in almost everyway, but Angela waits for me to open up while Alice usually forces me to talk, but for some odd reason, that's what I love about Alice. Angela goes at my pace and that's what makes us such close friends.
"Hey there," a slurred voice said to us. I glanced up from the table to identify who spoke. Angela looked up and we immediately tensed for whatever might come at us.
"Hello. Can we help you?" Angela calmly asked. After going through multiple intoxicated men, we learned how to control our body language and voice. We also learned a couple self defense moves which can help out in the long run.
He shifted his eyes downward; he was checking us out. His smirk grew more prominent.
"Oh, you can help me out alright." He took a swig of beer that he was holding in his hand and licked his lips. Disgusting.
He shifted his stance, trying to seem nonchalant about it but we noticed that it brought him closer to us. I glanced at the clock, hoping that it was Ron's shift pretty soon.
5:15.
Damn. His shift didn't start for another forty-five minutes and Angela and I could really use his muscle power right about now. He was one of the bar tenders here who kept to himself but when if a 'drunken asshole' as he would put it, would get a little too 'flirty' with the female employees, he usually would uh…"ask" them to leave if they refused to back off. But with his scars, tattoos, piercings, and intimidating figure, the guys usually backed off. Usually. He actually told where one of his many scars on his neck was from.
A knife fights with another motorcycle gang.
That was from sixteen years ago and he claims that he's stayed away from things like that for awhile now, but you can tell that he misses the excitement of his past whenever he goes into detail about what each tattoo means and what scar came from where and what. He's a nice guy and quiet but a first glance…well, some tend to go to the other side of the room.
And at times like this, I really wish he would walk through the door and throw guys like Count drunk-o out the back door.
The guy took another swig of his beer and took another "unnoticeable" step closer to us. Poor Angela was closed to him than me.
"Excuse me, sir but can you take a step back. You're a little too close for my comfort," she asked politely. She took a step back but only bumped into the table that she was wiping only a minute ago. I dropped my rag and mentally prepared myself for anything that might occur. After almost being raped, I learned a couple self-defense moves and I might just have to use them tonight.
"Oh, really?" he asked. He took a step closer to her, bringing his body only a foot away from Angela's. His smirk only grew while he looked down at Angela's chest.
This guy was tall and there were only five employees-who were all female-here who weren't past 5' 9" and defiantly couldn't take on a guy this size. (Author's note: I'm not trying to be sexist about anything but I just want to explain how the odds aren't in favor for Bella and Angela)
"Sir, you need to take a couple steps back, please," I stated in a firm voice. There was no way that Angela is going to suffer what almost happened to me.
This guy really pissed me off.
"Fuck off, bitch unless you want to join the party," he spat at me, making my temper flare. Angela was about to side step away from him but he noticed and quickly grabbed her arm tightly. Angela went tensed and tried to pull away from the guy but his grip was firm.
Hell no.
I walked up to them and grabbed a beer mug that was on the table next to me. I rushed over to where Angela was and brought my arm back. With all my strength, I hit him between the legs.
He was on the floor in less than a second.
Angela quickly got away from him and stood at my right side. We silently watched him moan and wither in pain. She glanced at me with just her eyes and a small smile on her face formed. I felt the corners of my lips go upward and my heart slowed down to its normal rhythm.
I may be quiet but if people piss me off; I might just swing a heavy beer mug at them.
The guy looked up at me for a moment but quickly looked away, continuing to his moaning.
Bastard.
One new message.
I opened up my inbox on my computer and read Alice's message.
So what did you do today?
When I read that line, a smile formed across my face. I typed:
Hey Alice,
Nothing much has been happening recently. Though I had a really good bagel today and swung a beer mug at a guy's crotch after he grabbed Angela in the arm. So why is your boss being such an asshole?
I hope everything goes great for you and I keep hoping that you'll come back as a major fashion designer.
Bella
I clicked the send button and tried to imagine Alice's face as she read the message.
Alice's POV
I yawned and scratched my head. My boss kept giving me the most idiotic things to do and he kept staring at my boobs which is really creepy.
I went back to typing a letter to Tessa or whoever it is about whatever due to the fact that my boss is too lazy to even type a letter to whomever so he just makes me do it. A pop up appeared on my screen.
One new message.
Hmmm…I do deserve a short break for just a minute…
I noticed who the message was from and my mood went from annoyed at the world to happiness.
Hey Alice.
Nothing much has been happening recently. Though I had a really good bagel today and swung a beer mug at a guy's crotch after he grabbed Angela in the arm. So why is your boss being such an asshole?
I hope everything goes great for you and I keep hoping that you'll come back as a major fashion designer.
Bella
I reread the third sentence again to make sure that my eyes weren't deceiving me.
Huh. Bella actually stood up for herself and Angela and nailed a guy right in the balls…
That's my girl.
End.
Hey everyone. Sorry that this chapter is short but it was actually about ten pages long but the school power went out right in the middle of me typing out everything and it deleted all my seven hours of work. So I was kind of pissed. But to be honest, I like this chapter better. It had Bella's temper and it wasn't serious and super important. Also, I guess I needed a light-hearted chapter because the other one just brought my emotions down. I'll update as soon as I can and trust me, it will be a longer chapter.
Sorry again for the really long wait and thus I must leave you a goodbye so I can start working on chapter ten.
Goodbye for now,
Joey
