Find the Time for Love (chapter one)

She kicks off her heels as she walks through the door, she flops down on her fluffy white bed and cuddles the sheets to her face. It had been a long night at work, the bar was packed with sleazy men, anywhere between the ages of 23 and 68. She hated that place, she hated those men, all she wanted to do was get the fuck out of this town. All she wanted was love.1

At this point in her life, she had no car to drive herself away, and she didn't have the time for love either. It's how her life had been for years.2

She turned on the T.V. just so she could take her mind off of work. She fell asleep waching Roseanne with her work uniform still on.3

She woke up at half past ten and got in the shower, it was her night off tonight and she wanted to do someting. Her back was sore and the warm water beating down on it felt so relaxing, until the water heater ran out, and she was left standing naked in freezing cold water. 4

"Damn!" She yelled, stepping out of the shower and drying off her body, her stunning black hair, still half soapy. She had to finish rinsing in the sink.5

She put on her favorite yellow dress and her diamond earings, she wanted to be beautiful, for once in her life. She was so sick of crying to herself every night, wishing she could live a little, this was her day.6

She was generally a gorgeous woman, glistening green eyes, beautiful, thick lips, body of a godess. But in that unflattering work uniform, with her amazing curls up in a ponytail, nobody would've known it.7

Taking her cell phone from her bedside table, she calls her best friend Sasha.8

"Hello?" Sasha answered.9

"Hey, it's Anne."10

"What's up gorgeous? We havent talked in a while!"11

"I know, so I just called to ask if you wanted to spend a day on the town, like we used to," Anne's eyes filled with tears as she thought back to the days where she had friends, a life, before reality kicked in.12

"Kay, where do you want to meet?" Sasha asked.13

"Uhm, meet me at noon, outside Antonio's, we'll have lunch and then we can just hit some stores, have a few drinks."14

"Sounds great, see you in a few!" 15

"Bye," Anne hung up the phone, and finished getting ready.16

The lonely young woman walked to her favorite cafe and waited there for her friend.17

Her friend showed up, and they spent the day together as planned. Sasha had all kinds of exciting stories about her fiance, and her wild social life. Anne had to hold back tears as she told lie after lie about her made up fantasy world.18

When she got back home that night, drunk and disapointed, her pathetic life seemed worse than ever. She'd bought a bunch of expensive clothes she knew she'd never find a need for. She'd told a bunch of stories she knew she could never live up to.19

Work the next day seemed to go on forever, about an hour before Anne's shift was over, a young man came in with bruises and blood all over him. He sat down at a stool at the bar, right in front of her. He didn't treat her like all the other men. He looked at her with kindness, he wasn't here to get wasted and horny, he was here because he needed to get drunk, he needed to forget something.20

They talked for a while, he vented, she listened. He had gotten into a fight with his ex girlfriend's fiance. He'd gotten his ass kicked too, evidently. 21

He sat there for until midnight and left her ten dollars and a phone number. She looked at it, wishing she had the time for this man, but she had work most everyday and she wasn't much of a romantic. So she went back home and cried herself asleep, like usual.