The next day I had decided to get started on building my life. Scrolling through the internet on my laptop, I scanned through multiple jobs near by. I needed to get a job so that I can afford a place of my own. That way I can get out of this house and away from that demon. My 19th birthday was coming up soon and I needed to get on my feet so I can have a bit more independence. I continued to scroll down and saw a job ten minutes drive from here. It was an opportunity to be a receptionist in a posh testaurant.
I read the description.
Looking for a polite, hard working person that has exceptional social skills and time keeping. Must be able to undertake additional tasks when needed for example; serving food, taking orders and cleaning tables along with their own responsibilities. Additional pay will be given if other tasks are needed to be completed by the receptionist due to insufficient staff. The responsibilities of the receptionist will be to take bookings over the phone, at the door and via emails. They are also responsible for guiding costumers to their tables. Monthly and annual bonuses are available for exceptionally hard working employees and will be rewarded when necessary.
I click on 'Apply now' and filled up the application form which included a photo of me. Once I had sent it I closed down the browser and shutdown my laptop. Hopefully they will get back to me by the end of the week, otherwise I will have to look for another job and that means I would have to wait even longer to start saving for my own place.
My stomach began to rumble so I made my way upstairs. I walked into the kitchen and found my mom and Mark sitting at the dining table, eating their breakfast.
"Elise! Come and join us. I had made your mother a fry up and there is still some left over in the pan, help yourself." Mark politely suggested.
I smiled at him and walked over to fill my plate. I sat down opposite him and next to my mom.
"What are you going to do today, Elle?" My mom asked me as I was stuffing my mouth full of food.
"I've applied for a job actually." I answered. My mom looked at me surprised.
"Oh really!"
"Yes mom, don't act too surprised now." I sarcastically said.
"Where's that?" Mark asked. I swallowed the food in my mouth and looked at him.
"In 'The Mariot." I replied. Mark looked impressed.
"Wow, they pay good money there." He said.
"If I was you, I would apply for more jobs. Just to be on the safe side." My mom doubted. I stared at her with a negative expression.
"You would? And why is that?" I snarled.
"Well, what if you might not get the first job you apply for," she said trying to hide her disbelief. I stabbed into the sausage on my plate with irritation and shoved it into my mouth.
Even though I know mom has a point. I just don't like the fact that she doesn't have the confidence that I will be hired.
"I've got experience in bars and restaurants you know, mom. I also have been a receptionist for a company too." I spitefully scoffed.
"I know darling, I just don't want you to pin all of your hopes on one job. That's all." She defended. Mark looked over with concern.
"Well, I think that you will be fine." He smiled trying to defuse the tension.
"At least Mark has faith in me." I said and mom nudged me.
"Make sure you don't throw any drinks on the costumers if you get it." Liam challenged. He was walking with his hands rubbing his eyes.
"Liam!" Mark yelled.
He just smiled. I frowned at him and tried to ignore his pathetic comment.
"Don't want to lose your job straight away." He continued. Ignoring his dad's warning. I stared at him and narrowed my eyes.
"Well, they don't allow scumbags to enter the premises. So I'm sure, I won't have any arrogant tramps pushing me over." I snapped. My mom pinch my legs.
"Elle! That's enough!" She cautioned.
Liam turned to me smirking. Does nothing bother him at all! It seems like anything I say just amuses him and feeds his ego. He made himself a coffee and walked back to his room. I felt irritated and needed to confront him on his attitude. I followed him to his room and threw to open the door. I then leant against the door frame and stared at him. He was placing his coffee on his bedside table when I entered.
"What's your problem?!" I yelled. He turned to me, highly amused ny the anger he had caused to me.
"Who says I have a problem?" He smirked.
"Your disgusting attitude says so!" I continued to yell. He kept his tone calm.
"I didn't know that my attitude had a voice." He sarcastically replied. I gritted my teeth and continued to become more and more irritated.
"What did I have done to you that makes you to be so rude?" I asked him trying to contain my rage.
"What? Apart from throwing hot coffee all over me and invade my home?" He said seriously. I raised my eye brow at him.
"Invading your home?!" I repeated. Move myself off of the frame.
He let out a sigh and walked over to me. He grabbed my wrist to pull me into his room so he could shut the door. When the door was firmly closed he stepped closer to me, which caused me to move back until I was against the door. He continued to creep closer. His body was almost touching mine. I thought he was going to hit me or hurt me in some way from the look on his face, but instead he smirked and leant down to me.
"Yes Elle, you have invaded my home." He said in a gentler tone. I could feel his breath against my lips and it was causing me to feel strangely aroused.
"Only people who know me can call me Elle." I grunted trying to distract my emotions and his smirked turned into a smile.
"You think you can moved in here, show your half naked body into my room and pretend that you want nothing to do with me? I can see right through you." He taunted. I scrunched my face up.
"For your information, I didn't know that this was your room." I reminded him but it was as if he was deaf.
He looked down towards my chest and my breath got caught in my throat. It was like his eyes had the ability to touch my nervous body as he gazed down at it.
Why do I feel so turned on right now? I snap out of it. He moved away from me and chuckled.
"Make sure you closed the door on your way out." He said as he sprawled himself across his bed. I huffed and slammed the door behind me.
"Elle, come here!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and stomped up the stairs to meet her with her arms crossed, standing by the sink.