MEMORIES MEMORIES
CHAPTER 10
The next morning the sun came up and found me up and about.
For the first time in a while I was feeling positive. For the first time there was actually light at the end of the tunnel. There was actually a way that my daughter came out of this alive.
I hurried through my morning routine and decided to walk to work so I could burn a little time and visit my favorite coffee shop for breakfast.
The little bell at the top of the door chimed as I walked in. Inside there were about a dozen people, some served some not and at the very front…
Urggh! Those girls better not be up to what I think their doing. I walked past all the tables and into a door labeled 'staff only'.
I sighed and put my hands on my hips disappointedly.
"Seriously girls?"
The two jumped and released each other from their grasps.
"Oh Laura it's just you," Clara said her horrified expression rapidly disappearing replaced with a passionate one as she grabbed her partner and co-owner Sasha and continued making out like there was no tomorrow.
"You two are worse than horny teenagers," I grunted angrily and picked up an apron.
"I'm going to help you to take care of the customers out there but seriously you two need to get your shit together!" I said as angrily as I could pretending not to be bothered by the two chocolate babes going at each other.
I could have forced them to go out there but experience had taught me that that would only lead to them being oogled by customers like some sort of exotic animal.
They actually liked being oogled upon and even gave their customers a free show every once in a while but I always feared that this would somehow lead them to be abused, kidnapped or something worse and somehow that didn't sit right with me.
It's not like we were related or anything but it always felt like I was looking after them ever since I walked into their shop about five years ago in desperate need of a job.
Anyway, I got out of the room and served the unserved customers and even a few who came in.
I had worked here for a while so I was familiar with a few people. I was having small talk with one of so called regulars when I suddenly took an unconscious look at my watch.
"Fuck," I shouted literally bolting out of the conversation I was having and heading towards the door. I was five minutes late!
"Laura!" Sasha shouted before I could bolt out of the door and threw me a pack.
I face palmed at forgetting literally the only reason I went there that morning and thanked her before I sprinted to work.
As I got nearer I remembered why I got this job.
I wasn't a yoga nut nor had I even practiced yoga but one day found myself inside a yoga studio staring at my crush and soon to be girlfriend and eventually wife.
I was around twenty one that time. Shy, getting used to being alone, learning hacks on how to hide my 'equipment'. Then I saw her.
A ten out of ten if there ever was one. Extremely beautiful, kind and smart she was exactly what I was looking for but…
How do you approach someone so insanely perfect. I could feel my knees loose strength every time I looked at her, not to mention she was older so I thought I had no chance.
Still I kept fostering my dreams and desires and I did try to bump into her as often as I could. Then I found out she was a yoga instructor.
That's how I found myself in an advanced class despite me not knowing or even having any interest in yoga.
The poses were hard and I could barely strike any of them. Yet she let me be. Leaving me to revel in her presence at the back as she led the rest of the class. Until one day that is.
"At first I thought you were shy or something but now I realize that your problem is that you keep staring at me," she whispered into my ear her hands expertly forcing me into some position. Then she just left and continued teaching the class!
I ended up feeling guilty and heading to apologize to her after the class, which got a huge laugh out of her and a huge dose of compassion once she realized I was actually being serious.
That's when she piped down and hugged me sending precum all over my young body.
"If it makes you feel any better, I find myself staring at you sometimes," she said, instantly filling me up with humongous butterflies before she sent me home advising me to actually get some yoga done when I came by next time.
I continued coming to the class and eventually confessed to have no knowledge on yoga to which she laughed and started coming by to give me private lessons which eventually became dates and eventually became marriage.
I came to find out that she had a daughter from her previous relationship and I took it to my stride and taught myself to become the best mum ever.
I also ended up quite enjoying yoga and I put away my other ambitions for a while as I took my time knowing and understanding my family.
Those were good times, then she died. And yoga became my release my way to remember her and eventually my way of making a living. And though it's pay wasn't totally satisfying I couldn't have it any other way.
But deep deep in my heart I wondered why? Why did the world tale her away from me? Why did she die at such a critical time? And why did it always feel like I was missing something so painfully obvious every time I thought about that night?