Page 68 of Scarred Sacrifice
“Just go in, get your order, and go home. Make no eye contact. Easy,” I murmur to myself as I step into my local diner. I left straight before the news report, already knowing what they were going to say. I just wanted to get home. Eden was now enjoying the full attention of the lap dogs, and Mor and Nyx were so in love it was sickening. Clare had invited me out on a girls’ nights a couple of times, but I didn’t feel comfortable doing that.
I step into the diner and keep my head down. I hear them over on the far side. They were my neighbours. They were part of a Frat house, and the reason why my house was so cheap. It didn’t bother me. I was proud of myself. How many twenty-two-year-olds could afford to buy their own place these days? The only issue I had was I seemed to be the target, the butt of their jokes. I keep my hoodie up, concealing my face as I made it to the counter.
“Order for Betsy.” I say quietly, so they don’t hear.
“Order for Betsy!” the girl behind the counter calls out. I want to slam my head into the counter.
“Hey, Betty!” I hear yelled. God damn it. It was like being back at high school all over again. Annoyingly, I could kill each and every one of them within a minute, if I was Morrigan or Eden. I didn’t like confrontation like this; personal confrontation. It’s different when you are fighting for someone else. It’s like I can take on a whole other persona. A bit like Superman and Clark Kent.
I brace for the onslaught I know is coming; the belittling, the bullying.
The End
