Chapter 3: Those silver eyes

Vanessa's POV~

I woke up next morning. I was feeling better. So I decided to quickly resume my work before my foster parents start yelling again. I took a quick bath, wore a pale blue jeans and white tucked shirt, clothes left by Amy. I had not seen new clothes in years. I did my hair in a messy bun and gave a last look at myself. Only if my body was less bruised, it would have been what you call 'beautiful', I thought. 

I went up and started my daily chores. I served breakfast to the family. Still Arthur was throwing daggers at me.

whatever old man! as if I care!!!  

" if you missed work ever again whore I will not think twice before killing you." He said.

ok that's it!! I am going to rip out his head and feed it to dogs!!  

wooo.. now from where did this courage come from?

I was about to reply when I heard that annoying voice of my step sister,

My ears will surely bleed!! God, have mercy!!

 "Daddyyyy!!! It's my birthday today. Where's my gift? Oh step aside you slut. " she pushed me back. 

"aww my princess, happy birthday. Daddy has thrown a big party this evening for you. And you can open your gifts, they are  there inside that closet. Only for you my baby" he said with  love in his eyes. 

" happy birthday baby, my princess. Your gifts are waiting for you" said Lily. 

Amy screamed with excitement and started opening her expensive gifts. From tiara to the expensive diamond necklace, she got everything. She was not as beautiful as she thought. Not that tall, but had beautiful curves which attracted boys in her school. Who knew if she had slept with one or more of them. Her skin was not pale like mine, cheeks were  reddish, stature was smaller than mine. One can say she was beautiful. Well of course, spoilt by her parents. 

I cared less about her birthday and started cleaning dishes. They obviously didn't want me to be at the party. Neither did I. 

I quickly completed the work and headed towards the cafe. 

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"ahh afternoon Ven!! God I was waiting for you.. " said my best friend and Co worker Emily with a bright smile. 

This cafe was the only place I liked, because I had Emily. She was also an orphan like me, but she ran away from her foster parents and settled here. I wished I could have done that. My best friend was about my height and 17. She was very beautiful with long legs and smooth skin with perfect curves. 

"hey Em. Missed you too. " I smiled at her. 

" well get to work girl! Wesley already asked about you once. And today crowd is much more here!! "

"aww I can do some of your work princess!! Don't stress yourself" and here comes the pervert with a smirk. 

"no thanks Matt. I can take care of myself." I glared at him. Matt was also one of the workers here, a really handsome one. But I had no interest in men. But he kept on taking his chances to change my mind. I didn't like it. But its fine as long as he was in his limits.

I quickly started taking orders from customers. Time passed just like that. 

It was  about 11 pm. Not many customers were here now. Just the usual once who came daily . Everyone knew the old couple Mr and Mrs. Stokes. They were so loving and kind people. They came to the cafe daily and spent an hour talking to each other while drinking coffee. It was good to see them. They had the potential that could  make you believe in happily ever afters.

Love.. was the one thing I pretty much believe I am capable of. I mean, who would want me? I immediately let go of this distressing thought and sighed.

I am the wanted girl. I guess I have to make peace with this fact.

I went towards their table and was talking to them, smiling, " hello Mr and Mrs. Stokes. Your routine coffee I guess? "

They chuckled a bit " yes yes Ven. You know us so well."

Just then the atmosphere suddenly changed. I felt dark gaze behind my back. Someone was standing right behind me. I wondered who?  But my body was reacting differently. I smelt a strong scent of fresh mint, a very unique one. 

I wanted to see who was it. My heart started racing. God what was happening to me?  Why was I  reacting like that towards a stranger?

Suddenly the man grabbed my hand. I stiffened. His touch was smooth, delicate. I could feel his eyes staring at my back. 

And then I turned to see a pair of beautiful silver eyes locked to mine. It felt like my soul found its salvation. But I don't know this man. Who was he? 

Suddenly I saw his eyes travel to my scar and I stiffened.

I took my hand away from his grip and asked "excuse me. Who are you?"

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