Hate or love?

Daisy

It was early in the morning. It was incredibly cold. It was December. I had to get up for work. I worked in a cafe for minimum wage but I had no choice. I lived in a small apartment. A text message beeped on my phone. I sighed and picked up my phone. It was James.

@James: Dad says hello..

@Daisy: James. What do you want from me? Why are you texting me? As far as I know, you cheated on me pretty badly. And with my stepsister. So why are you texting me? Hmm?

@James: Your father says you won't get a cent from him for breaking up with me. You'll lose everything Daisy. Absolutely everything.

@Daisy: Was I really supposed to be with you? Really James? As far as I know, you cheated on me and I don't care what my father thinks of me. I don't need you. Neither you nor them. They never liked me anyway. I'm blocking you James.

I got dressed and went to work. I only had a few minutes to get to work. I kept thinking about James. Why did you have to do this to me? Why did you have to cheat on me James? We'd been together for almost two years. I really thought you were the one but I was wrong. I wasn't paying attention and I saw myself on the ground when someone caught me. A man was bending over me. He had brown hair and eyes that reminded me of chocolate.

"Are you okay?" he asked me and smiled at me.

"I am. Thanks for saving me. I could have easily broken my leg," I whispered and looked at him. He stood me up and smiled at me.

"You're right. What's your name?"

"I.. I'm Daisy,"

"I'm Liam. Nice to meet you. I hope to see you again," he said and walked away. I smiled and went to the cafe.

,,You're late. Do you know what time it is?,," Emma shouted at me. My manager. I sighed. This is every day here.

,,Sorry,"

,,No. No sorry. I'll take it out of your paycheck. Do you understand?,," she shouted at me and walked away. Who was that man? Who? I can still feel his hands touching me. His intense gaze. His beautiful chocolate eyes. What's wrong with you Daisy?

When Emma left, I picked up my phone. I sat down on a chair and started looking at James's Facebook profile. Something caught my eye. That man. That photo was of James and the man who saved me that morning. A few words were added to that photo.

Happy Birthday Dad

That's probably not possible. He's James's father. The father he always told me the worst about. The father who didn't like him. He always said he couldn't show me home because his father would probably kill him. For starting with someone like me. But he didn't seem bad at all, and not like James himself described him to me.

"Are you thinking about him again? When will you understand that he left you? That he didn't want you? I don't know why. Maybe because you're poor. Look at how James looks and how you look. You're unkempt and ugly too," Emma shouted at me. She humiliated me at every possible opportunity.

"I was just looking at something. Nothing more," I whispered and stood up.

"So you were looking? Please go do your job. Do you think I'm just paying you? I'm not paying! And I might even fire you soon. Zoe wants to go and do this,"