It has been two weeks since she has last seen him.
Two weeks since she has seen him.
Two weeks of sleepless nights just thinking about him and what he has been up two.
Two weeks since she actually bothered two come into work hoping and wishing for just by some miracle he will show up in all his sexy glory, sweep her off her feet and save her from all the coffee stained mugs and the stench of fully littered bins.
But then reality dawned on her and smacked her in the face.
It has been two weeks since she has last seen him.
And she has never been more confused in her life.
It is just one guy. One hot guy, but besides the obvious.
What makes him all the more different then all the other boys she has dated?.
Why does he have this way of paralyzing her to where her bones feel like mush and she can't get enough oxygen into her lungs? Why does his stare send thousands of butterflies into her stomach? Why does his voice sound like music to her ears? Why is he doing this?
She doesn't have any other explanation but to blame him for releasing these awakened feelings. It's his fault for her sleepless nights. His fault that she's feeling this way. It's his fault for putting unlikely dreams and fantasies into her head. He is the reason why she is mixed between fantasy and reality.
But she can't bring herself to care.
It has been a long day at the cafe today. The place had been extra packed at lunch and lets just say Matsuri has found new born respect for restaraunt, cafe and bar workers.
Customers are narky when their hungry. Matsuri had to hold back Sakura from punching one in the face for giving out about not getting the correct change. Sakura is stubborn so she didn't with the statement before the customer practically shoved the change into her face to show her she was indeed wrong. Let's just say Matsuri had to take over the cash register for the rest of the day.
Letting out a sigh she took her keys from out of her backpack and unlocked the door. She stepped inside the door and was immediately greeted with warmth from the heating. She closed the door behind her released her bag from her shoulders and took off her runners. Bare footed she made her way towards the living room and turned off the light.
"Dad you home?" She called out. Silence came her response.
"Either late at work or fucking some ass either way I don't care" she muttered to herself as she sat down on the couch letting out a sigh of relief. Grabbing the remote she turned on the tv changing to the music channel.
"And now for are number one hot spot we have "Miss Nothing" by The Pretty Reckless" came from the tv. Matsuri turned the volume up louder as she got up the couch and walked into the kitchen to make herself some noodles with the music from the tv playing in the background.
A few minutes passed. Taking out a bowl from the cupboard she poured the noodles into the bowl, placing the dirty pot into the sink to was for later and sat at the dining table eating her noodles. When she was finished she placed the bowl into the sink with the pot. As soon as she was done she was about to go upstairs when the sound of girlish giggling filled the house followed by a low chuckling. Matsuri stiffened immediately and hoped to good god that they wouldn't notice her. In all fairness they were both probably to drunk to notice.
"Let's take this upstairs baby~"
Matsuri practically gagged at the women's attempts at seducing, I mean seriously this is her dad we are talking about. The thought of it makes her sick.
"You go on ahead I have to get something in the kitchen real quick" she heard her father slur.
"Don't keep me waiting~" the women purred as she walked up the stairs teasingly wiggling her hips. Matsuri heard her dad whimper slightly before rushing into the kitchen where she stood clinging to the sink in a kung fu grip and biting her tongue to prevent herself from screaming at her father. Without making eye contact, she turned around slowly and focused her gaze on the floorboards, still keeping her grasp on the sink.
"Arn't you s'pposed to be 'n bed?" her father slurred but in a stern voice. Matsuri breathed heavily before responding.
"Aren't you supposed to be home before 11?" her voice shook in anger.
"This is the second time this week dad. Two women in one week are you fucking kidding me?" she was trying to keep her voice low but was finding it extremely difficult.
Ever since she was 13 she new there was something fishy about her dad. First it started off with coming home from work late, sometimes not coming home at all. Then it escalated to frequent trips abroad and nights out alone. He would come home drunk a lot which lead to pretty heated arguments with her mom. She caught him in the act when she was 14 after coming home early unexpectedly from school and finding him in a heated lip lock with someone who isn't her mom. He tried to reason with, begged her, even went so far as to bribe her with money in order for her to keep his little "meeting" a secret. She started to loose respect for her father. Then the divorce punched her in the gut and her mother left her alone to deal with his cheating ass. Since then she has not only lost trust in her father but in men all together. If her father was one then there really is no difference with men altogether. She has had boyfriends before but all of her relationships ended with either them cheating on her, or her breaking it off before they could.
"I'm not dealin' wi' this righ' now kay just hand me my wallet please" she looked up at her father with tears of rage in her eyes.
"You had 3 fucking years to deal with this dad, and I'm still waiting for the day for when we sit down and have this little talk, because I just can't wait to hear your pathetic excuses." she spat . A sudden force on her cheek shook her from her rant. Slowly with unshed tears falling from her eyes she looked up at father and gently toached her cheek.
"I said we'll deal wi' this some udder time now go to your room and fuckin' shu' up before I make ye" Looking at her father with pure hatred she grabbed his wallet from on top of the microwave were he always leaves it, stormed up to him until they were eye level and shoved it to him with force.
"Go to hell" she murmured. She stomped across the living room and up the stairs but not before stopping half way leaning over the banisters and shouting "Have fun with your colleague" she ran into her room and slammed the door behind her.
Her body was filled with so much rage and pressure she just wanted to scream and shout out her hatred. Instead she sobbed. Her legs unable to hold her weight she collapsed on the floor and curled up into a ball. Enclosing her hand around her mouth she tried to muffle out her crying. She was so sick of drama. She was so sick of her father and his constant womanising. At this point she was sick of her life.
All night she lay on her cold bedroom floor listening to the grunts and thumps coming from the opposite room beside her.
"Why is life so cruel?" was the question that was on her mind all night long.
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