CHAPTER 15 - Sex with the boyfriend part 3

**CLARA**

“Let me answer them, try to forget all that and remember that two people love you...", she blinks before she starts serving customers.

She is right I need to forget and move on with my life, I go to the bathroom available to staff, and wash my face trying to take the swelling around the eyes that have huge dark circles.

I sigh watching my expression abated and tired through the reflection of the small mirror, fasten my hair in a high bun and leave the bathroom returning to the counter.

When I realize that more customers arrive, I rush to pick up commands and pen to meet people who sit at a table in the background.

My daily routine is this, I wake up early to work stand for hours in a job with a small salary, come home tired and crazy for a bath, talk to Pietro, and fall asleep restarting the entire endless cycle.

In the late afternoon, the number of customers decreases, I stay alone behind the counter while Alissa is in the back checking some goods that arrived.

I am writing a few sentences in Italian on paper when the doorbell is heard indicating new customers.

I lift my head, but regret when I see the twins settling down at a corner table along with two other young people.

I’m about to call Alissa to make this sacrifice for me when Henry’s evil eyes find me, a smile forms on her wicked lips as she cries out:

“Aren’t you going to answer us, little sister?", he asks with an ironic expression.

Jasmine looks back also seeing me behind the counter, she says something to the other two people who laugh at me.

I snort hard as I walk across the hall with firm steps deciding to end these antics at once.

“What do you want?", I ask cold holding the pad and a pen standing next to the table.

“Is that how you treat customers? I think your boss would like to know how you talk to people, be kinder, Clara!", Jasmine arches an eyebrow.

That’s all I need!

This job is all I have and my only source of income, I can not lose the position, but if it was another time I would say few and good to the fake blonde.

“Good afternoon. What do you want?", I strive to control all my anger.

“That’s better. We want three servings of chips, four soft drinks, and four burgers.", henrique says.

I take orders quickly wanting to get out of here soon, but I am hindered by the annoying voice of Jasmine who shouts:

“My soda is diet, Clara!"

I roll my eyes following to the kitchen where I enter the command for the cook who prepares snacks quickly, more customers arrive and remain for me since Alissa is still busy back there.

When the orders are made, I organize everything and follow to the table balancing the tray with all the snacks, but they seem to want to make my day worse when Jasmine gets up quickly and bumps into me on purpose.

The shit is already done.

The tray unbalances, the snacks fall to the floor and the glasses full of soda fall on top of me, I quickly move away feeling the ice liquids hit me.

“Look what you’ve done, girl!", she screams and all of ours come back to face us.

“Sorry, but it was your fault that...", I try to explain, but she interrupts me.

“My fault? You who are useless and clumsy and put the blame on me?"

I’m about to lose patience when my eyes find her neck where there’s a necklace with a familiar pendant.

“Where did you find this?", I ask staring at the necklace that belonged to my mother.

This is a necklace that my mother always wore, and before her death asked my father to give it to me when I turned eighteen, it is a beautiful and rare jewel that was passed on to all the women in the family.

I did not get the opportunity to receive it and it makes me question why the jewelry is on the neck of this girl.

“That? Dad gave it to me, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?", he says smiling while touching the necklace.

Did he do that?

“You have no right to use it, it was my mother’s!", I exclaim indignantly, but she rolls her eyes.

“Are you jealous, sister?", I hear Henry’s voice, but I do not take my eyes off Jasmine.

“Shut up!", I scream at him without thinking.

“He did not give you this, you who took somewhere, give me back!", I ask with my hand stretched out.

“Give it back? Are you crazy?"

“It was her mother’s, Jasmine. Maybe this poor woman here needs it to sell since Dad forgot it and abandoned it...", I face Henry with a deadly look.

“Fuck off!", hiss out of there.

“Dad is so happy without her, the death of the poor girl may have been good for Dad...", I turn to see that Jasmine has a smile on her face.

“What did you say?"

“I said it was a good thing your dear mother died because..."

I do not expect any more words to come out of his mouth, I approach taking one of the glasses that came to spill by half.

I take the glass and throw all the liquid in Henry’s face that is amazed, their friends move away quickly predicting that the thing will not be good.

Together everything accumulated inside me before hitting a strong slap in the face of Jasmine who turns his face at the impact, I do not expect a reaction, I do not wait for another second before jumping on the slut.

We both fell to the ground, unable to defend her nails if they stick in my wrists that hit another slap of the face marked by the first slap.

“Don’t you dare mention my mother!", I exclaim as she screams struggling under me.

I feel masculine arms lifting me, but I let go quickly hitting an elbow followed by a punch in Henry who again moves away with his hands over his nose.

“What is happening here?", I hear the cry of the owner of the diner who runs towards us and fights to get me off the unhappy.

In the end, he manages to push me away, and quickly Alissa runs up to me with her eyes wide as she notices my arms.

“ You’re bleeding, Clara!", she runs to get a handkerchief while I watch the red liquid come out of the scratches caused by Jasmine’s sharp nails that are lifted from the ground with the help of her brother who also has a bleeding nose.

“What kind of place is this? You should think more before hiring savages!", she screams disheveled and red-faced.

“Sorry for the mess and inconvenience, miss...", my boss was visibly embarrassed and amazed at my reaction.

Her eyes look at me with accusation as I hold the handkerchief brought by Alissa against my wrists.

“I can’t admit to something like that, it’s..."

“No need to fire me, I resign myself!", I interrupt seeing that Alissa manages her head negatively with wide eyes.

“You can’t do that, Clara...", she whispers, but I say with my voice loud enough:

“I’m not going to keep working here!", I say taking the sign with my name on it all wet with soda.

I go to the bathroom where I change quickly trying to dry myself as much as I can before leaving the cafeteria and returning home quickly thinking about what I will do from now on without a job.

AT NIGHT...

I spent the rest of the afternoon crying angry at losing the last thing I had left, but I could not continue working there and at any time they could come in again to provoke me.

It could be worse, the situation would be worse if Soraya was together with the children, I know it seems an exaggeration, but that woman can be worse than the twins, but I would love to hit that stretched face full of aesthetic procedures