WillowRidge

I could hear the rain outside, I didn’t want to wake up this morning. It was such a relaxed morning. I could see the dark clouds outside my bedroom window, rain drops were pattering on the window glass. The rhythmic sound of the rain was making me more sleepy. I lived in a one bedroom house that I bought with my hard earned money last year. It’s not big but it’s cozy, it is home. It looks like a cabin and I have my own beautiful yard which I have planted with different beautiful flowers, it’s my favourite place to read a book and have a coffee.

I am Beatrix by the way, people who know me call me Bea. I am 26 years old and was born and brought up in this town of WillowRidge. My mother decided to divorce my dad when I was 2 years old and left us. We never saw her after that. My Dad loved me to the moon and back. He worked hard to raise me. He was always present for all my sports, recitals, parent meetings and still managed to work full time to provide for us.

After I graduated I took my passion and love for books and coffee and opened the first and only book cafe of our town with the help of a small business loan and my savings from my part time jobs. The beautiful scenic beauty of our town and its weather makes it the best place to live. I was able to show my Dad a bit of happiness and helped him retire after my cafe business started doing well. He passed away a year ago peacefully. He went to sleep one night and never woke up. I miss him terribly, it took me months to stop crying but I am at a better place now and I know that he is at peace and is no more hurting from what my mother did to us.

I saw the time and it was 6.00 am already, I had to be at the cafe early as some high profile meeting was taking place in our town today. The big meeting was happening in our town resort, but somehow this meeting has been able to gather a lot of attention and our town at the moment is filled with lots of media people, tourists and mostly girls. My cafe has been a hot place since last two days with girls of different ages hovering around, I have seen teenagers, girls in 20’s and also 30’s. I am not sure why the meeting is taking place in our town if it is that high profile. And why has it gathered so much attention from everyone especially girls.

I got up, showered, put my yellow knee length dress on with my white jacket and boots and left for work. As usual walking towards my cafe made me awestruck again as the foggy, rainy mountains that surrounded our town showed its gorgeous beauty as always and my eyes and heart were filled with immense pleasure. I have lived in this town my whole life, but its beauty still awes me every single day. I love this place.

As I reached my cafe I could see lots of media, police and girls were gathered around the main gate of the resort which was just 300m away from my cafe. I know the owner of the cafe Uncle Peter but he has been so busy arranging for everything that he has had no time to visit me, otherwise I could have had more information on what was going on.

As I reached my cafe door and started opening it a manly voice called me from behind, “Hey bea, you haven’t changed a bit” I looked back and saw someone who I never wanted to see ever again in my life but here he was standing right in-front of me as if nothing had ever happened.