Chapter 8
It's been four years since Carla has died. Let me tell you, they haven't gotten any better.
After she died, nobody really cared. To them she was just another person. Another face among a crowd… That made me angry because if they knew the impact she made in my life, they would be sadder. Maybe even a bit regretful. To this day I still wear the BFF necklace she gave me the day that she died…
Sadly, life at the orphanage got worse than it was before. Since I had no Carla to stand up and help me fight my battles, I would be bullied. Usually with words, but occasionally a few punches and kicks. Even though the hits hurt, the words hurt me more. People always say, "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." That's a lie. Bruises and scratches heal but words stay with you forever.
Bitch, whore, slut, pathetic, horrible, stupid, retarded are all examples of what the called me. The worst, though, was useless.
Every once in a while, I would consider ending my life. Take away the pain, but I always stopped myself when I remembered that's what my mother did. I will not follow her footsteps. I ended up needing to see a psychologist but they didn't really help.
Anyways, after I left the orphanage at the age of eighteen (two years ago) I couldn't afford to go to university. I couldn't pay the money. It was too expensive. So, I had to begin working as a bar tender in a bar called The Four Corners Bar to save up for an education.
The job was horrific. I would be forced to wear slutty outfits so that men would keep coming back for some more drinks. I hated constantly being hit on by drunken men. It made me feel like a sex toy…
It was a Friday and I was working the night shift.
I walked up to a man with dark brown, messy hair. He was looking at his phone probably texting or something, "Hello, may I get you something?"
He looked up and smiled, "A beer from the tap." His face seemed familiar for some reason…
I nodded, "Sure. Is that all?"
He shook his head, "No, I would like to have your phone number."
I laughed even though I felt like punching him, "Haha, sorry. My mom told me not to give my cellphone to strangers."
He held out his hand, "Well then, I'm Aiden and you are?" That name felt familiar as well. Why do I feel like a know him?
I handed him his beer, "The girl who works here."
I turned around and walked away.
He yelled, "I'll call you Lucky, then!"
I turned around again, "What?"
He pointed to a tattoo on my shoulder blade. Did I forget to mention I got a tattoo?
"You have a tattoo of a four leaf clover on your back."
I smiled and walked away. I had to admit, he was hot but he seemed like a douche. So, I'll try my best to avoid him.
He sat there and waited for me to come back. He was starting to creep me out. I would try my best to avoid him but sadly, I had no choice…
"Can I get you anything else?" I went up to him and took his empty beer glass.
"Yes, get me another beer."
I tried my best to get him to leave, "You know that a beer is very fattening? You wouldn't want to ruin you hot body with too many." I thought, "Oh shit! Did I just call him hot? Maybe he didn't notice."
Sadly, he did, "I'll take my chances… Wait a second you just called me hot."
I blushed, "What? I did not."
He nodded, "Yes, you did!"
I handed him his beer and tried to walk away as fast as possible, "Well, that's the end of my shift."
I began to walk away until…
"Wait!" he yelled. "You never told me what your name was."
"Malerie."
"Well, Malerie, I hope we can do this another time." He grinned cockily.
I shook my head, "Don't count on it, bud."