EMILY'S STANDPOINT
"Emily Davis?" A female cop called.
"That will be me," I smiled, getting up from my prison bed. She opened the prison locks and I walked out, stretching my limbs.
Whoever was in charge of the taxes really needed to double up his game. The prison ward was shitty. It lacked a comfortable bed and a heater. It felt like I was really going to freeze.
"I leave your for one minute and next thing you end up in the prison?" Aunty Tessy screehed loudly probably with the intention of bursting my eardrums.
"Seriously Aunty Tessy, your voice is loud enough you don't need to scream like you're a banshee," I said, grinning and she gaped at me in disbelief.
"You should listen to your Aunt Emily," the female cop said, handing me my materials.
"I won't be letting you off the hook that easily if you end in here again."
"Don't worry officer, I'll be back in no time," I winked at her, walking out of the police station.
"I can't believe her," I heard aunty Tessy say as I walked out.
"Hurry up, Aunty Tessy! I have a job to...." My saliva suddenly went dry as I saw my father standing in front of the car, glaring at me.
If looks could kill, I'll probably be in the grave with my mama right now.
"Hi daddy," I waved at him nervously and he just kept glaring at me without saying anything.
"Look dad, it's not what you think. Those girls hit me first and I defended myself. It's not a crime to defend oneself. I just had to stand up for myself," I babbled and he just kept glaring at me, still not saying anything. One thing I hated the most was silent treatment from my Dad. It was nerve wrecking and I never know the right words to say to him.
"Great," Aunty Tessy said, walking out of the station.
"Go with your Dad I'll come and get the car later. I have a date I don't want to miss. I'm already late because of you!" Aunty Tessy snarled at me and I bit my lips suddenly feeling guilty but I still didn't regret beating those dumb heads. They got what they asked for.
"Thanks for bailing me out!" I yelled as she left, boarding a taxi.
"Emily," Dad called calmly and I knew what comes after.
"I've got to run Dad, I'm late for my shift at the restaurant. We'll meet at home," I announced and took off without waiting for a reply.
Whenever Dad called my name so calmly it never ended well and I was really late for my shift. My boss was fucking going to kill me.
I sprinted all the way to the restaurant, bumping into people as I did and apologizing as well.
I got to the restaurant in no time and met a line of luxurious cars outside. I was late already, I didn't have the time to admire these babies.
I tried to sneak in through the back but well, heaven was definitely not on my side because my worst nightmare in form of my boss, stood at the entrance.
"Boss," I laughed nervously, hitting him playfully and he glared at me while the other waiters and cooks, shook their heads pretending not to see anything.
"You're 30mins late again Emily," He pointed out with his strong Italian accent that always made me want to laugh but I'd be cursed to laugh right now. I would only be playing with my job.
"I had a bit of an issue..."
He raised his hand up, interrupting me, "I don't want to hear whatever pathetic story you have cooked up for me again."
"This time around, it's true I had..." I immediately went silent seeing the hard stare that he gave me.
"This is your last chance Emily. Any more mess up from you and you're out."
"Thank you boss," I bowed, smiling. He rolled his eyes, not amused and walked away.
I immediately went to get changed into my uniform and packed my already short hair into a pony tail before joining the others.
"Table 5!" A cook yelled and I immediately rushed to grab the food and go serve it.
Approaching the table, I frowned, seeing someone that looked like Alexander Knight with a slutty dressed bimbo.
"It definitely can't be him," I shook my head and put on a plastic smile as I walked up to them.
On getting to them, I missed a footing and slipped, falling into the hands of my worse nightmare, Alexander Knight.
I wasn't seeing things, it was really him.
"What the fucking hell is wrong with you!" He yelled loudly, violently pushing me off his body, irritated and I landed roughly on the ground. As though that wasn't embarrassing enough, everyone's attention turned to us.
"You've ruined his shirt!" The bimbo yelled. Alexander glared at me and I glared right back at him, unflinching.
"What are you going to do about it bitch?" His slutty date asked and I rolled my eyes, totally ignoring her.
Misfortune is never far from me. First I got into a police station because of Alexander and now, I'm definitely going to get fired as well because of this rich asshole if I don't make things right.
Pushing myself off the floor, I stood before him, not breaking eye contact with him.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, looking down and the bimbo scoffed, getting up while Alexander suddenly went quiet, watching me. I wonder what was running through that brain of his.
"Is that all you're going to say, you're sorry?"
"What else do you want me to say?" I looked up, glaring at her. I wonder what her issue is. The person I needed to apologize to was Alexander not her.
"I made a mistake and I'm..." I was cut off by a deafening slap on my cheeks and everyone watching the show gasped in horror.
"Don't glare at me you lo..." Not allowing her complete her sentence I slapped her back, knocking her to the ground and stunning everyone on the room, including Alexander.
I was definitely getting fired now.
Not bothered anymore, I faced Alexander.
"I apologize once again for ruining your expensive suit," I said, biting my lips.
"You can always get another one since you're a rich asshole and you should also go for authentic things not plastic beauty like her," I added, insulting the bimbo who wouldn't get up from the floor due to embarrassment.
"Emily!" My boss thundered but I ignored him and wouldn't break eye contact with Alexander.
"What's your name?" He asked and my lips curved into a smirk.
"Emily Davis at your service sir...…"