Melted & Shattered by Emily Eck

Author:Emily Eck [Eck, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: L&J#2
Published: 2014-04-19T10:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I already promised Aaron I’d stop into the restaurant around three in the afternoon when it would be slow at the restaurant. I thought I was ready to go back to work, and asked him if I could stop in to talk about it. Not that I needed the money, but pre-Shemar Moore, I'd thought it a good idea. Now, all I wanted was to curl back up on the couch in my snotty sleeved shirt. I couldn't do that to Aaron, though. He came over enough times and made me laugh, when all I wanted to do was wallow in a puddle of misery, that I felt I owed this to him.

I was sitting in my car behind the restaurant trying to muster up the energy to go inside. It wasn’t so much the cooks I was worried about. They were men. They preferred I not talk about my feelings. It was the servers, the piglets, who would be all over me. I didn’t want to deal with them and their looming questions. It wouldn’t surprise me if someone had started a list of questions to ask me, and they were all adding to it as new ones came to mind.

I felt my lungs seize. Fuck, I couldn’t do this. I closed my eyes and tried to take deep breaths. God damnit. If that fucker, J, turned me into a chick that had panic attacks I was going to be pissed. No, I was already pissed, but I’d be another level of pissed. I’d be the Candy Crush Sour Salon level of pissed. I was fine, more or less, before I met him, and now I was sitting in my car warding off panic attacks. Fuckin’ A.

“You gonna come in, or sit out here all day?” I jumped at the voice speaking. My window was rolled down, and Larry’s voice was like a jolt of electricity shaking me from my freak out.

“What?" I held my hand over my racing heart. "Shit, Larry. You 'bout killed me. Fuckin' get in.” I hit the locks and he got in the passenger side. “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

He turned to me, a confused look on his face. “Huh? Why?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to answer questions. I don’t want to get looked at with sad eyes.” I grabbed Larry’s arm, my voice filled with anxiety. “I don’t want to be the broken girl.”

“You ain’t broken woman. And who’s gonna look at you with sad eyes? Almost all of us have come through your place since you’ve been out of the hospital.” I knew he was referring to the cooks, to which he'd be correct. They all stopped over at least once to say hello.

“No. It’s the piglets,” I said with dread.

“Gimme your phone.”

“Huh?” I looked at Larry. My phone? Eh, visions of stolen keys flashed through my mind.

“Just give it to me.” I looked at him skeptically. "Fuck, Elle. I'll give it right back."

"Promise?"

"Damnit, Elle. Yes, I fucking promise." I handed it over to him.

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