Mixture of Emotions -Chapter 1- New guy.

My brown eyes were set straight foward in the truck as my mother blasts country music while my sister sings along to the song. We were going to work.. or well my mom was dropping me off and my sister to our dad's business where we work. I'm 16 years old and my name is Nicky. I'm what most people call the shy type but start talking alot and be more comfortable around when I'm used to you. This is my story.... that shall change my life forever. The very day that I got to meet Sergeo.

"If you are going through hell keep on going don't slow down... if you are scared don't show it for the devil doesn't even knows you are there." My sister was singing out loud with a bright smile to her face as we pull up to our work; Ole' New York Bagel Bakery Y Deli. The very place that I grew to hate with such a passion for two people that I grew to hate was in that very building... my father and Omar.
Sighing of dispare and some-what relife of no longer having to hear my sister sing for right now, I take what was left of my pride, thanks to Omar from what he did to me which was most likely why I grew to hate this place even more. I opened the truck's door and steped out of the truck to have the sun's warmpth touch my golden taned skin. I took in a ragged breath as my hands pull my black with blond highlighted hair back to put it in a ponytail with my gray scrunchy.

"Nicky-woo-woo!!!" My father hollard out. "Hurry your bitch ass up!!!" My body starts to tense as my heart aches. God damn, I hate it when he does that. I really do. Taking an other breath I start to walk towards that very door that I grew to hate going through each and every day now. To find my ex and my father laughing and gave each other high-fives.

"Go in the back and get a damn rag to clean the tables up with." Omar yelled out with a smirk. "Yeah." My father replied right after Omar snickered.

"Shut up...." I groaned as I try to get my heart to stop aching of pain. Two days ago, Omar was my man... or so I thought until I found out he was using me... and now he is treating me like a slave.
Muttering my way, I go past the counter to find the spick-n-span by the sink as I sigh. Well... at least I know where that is! I thought to myself eagerly. Normally them two would hide it on me and call me stupid for not knowing where it was.
Taking a right turn I went into the back to stop dead in the tracks. To be face to face with a guy who smiled at me as he had symphany in his eyes. "Hello." He says, softly as if shy. "My name is Sergeo and your's will be?"

"Nicky." I said as I blushed slightly.