The flamingos tho 😂😂😂.

Alison's POV.

"Alison, I know it's horrible but - "

"It's worse than horrible!"I snapped, slamming the table cloth with immense force against the wooden surface, already feeling the throbbing pain in my knuckles.

Luke sighed, rubbing a hand over his face,"I know, but you can't let him see that he's gotten to you."

"Yeah, and that's real easy when all I want to do is grab that damn frying pan and hit the fucking shit out of him!"

He chuckled lightly, tucking in a chair. Grasping the end of the intricately designed table cloth, he tugged lightly making sure the objects on the table didn't fall but the cloth would straighten.

"Alright Al, you need to take a break. The stress is getting to you, you'll get even uglier."

Scowling, I slapped him roughly on the shoduler. Dogging my hand, he laughed.

"Hey, I'm being honest!"

I rolled my eyes, turning around to place a glass on another table before moving a knife to a different position.

"I was actually thinking if we could hit the club tonight. You know, shake of those nerves?"

I placed my hand on the table and leant against it, still facing him. Clubs were never my thing. I wasn't a fan of the pounding headache that would greet me as my eyes would open to the blinding light, the makeup smeared across the pillows, the ache that spread itself from the tips of my toes to the strands of my hair.

Not to mention my solitary during my stay at the club. Luke would make sure to ward of any men who approached me would with his terrifying expression and cold attitude towards them, that he didn't really have to try. But then after a while he would drift off, a hand draped around a giggling girl's waist as he leant down his lips brushing against their ear. Even after his disappearance no men would strike up a conversation in fear of Luke's wrath. Luke had a reputation of some sort of vicious guard dog who would not cease to clamp his teeth into their shins.

I gave Luke an incredulous look, raising an eyebrow.

"What?"he grinned cheekily, feigning innocence.

Luke knew very well my history with clubs and how much I hated them, yet he still strove to persuade me to attend them.

"Luke you know I can't."

He rolled his eyes,"It's not that you can't. It's that you don't want to."

"Whatever."

Luke sighed, taking a few steps forward and placing both his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look into his eyes. A sudden expression of seriousness covered his face as he spoke, and I was momentarily shocked at the absence of his playful tone.

"I remember the first time I met you. You were the fragile girl who had just joined the restaurant, hidden behind your hair as you nervously made your way table to table. The same girl with secrets that had been painted deep within you. The dark colours swirling in you. You were the shy, indecisive, scared girl who refused to move on from your terrible past. But as the months passed you glowed. Your eyes regained its colour, a spark now visible in your brown eyes. Your hair now tumbles down your shoulders in defiant curls, gone was the weak, thin hair that hid you from the world. Your eyes regained its tan tone, your pale complexion now vanished. And so I watched the very girl who seemed terrified of even glancing at a male, flourish into a strong, independent woman who took no one's shit."

His eyes were locked with mine as he talked, his hands now holding mine in a firm grip.

"I was so proud. Proud to be best friends with a girl who was once thrown to the curb, but had picked herself up, rising to become a woman that people respect. That people bow down to. Because what you went through was horrible Al. No girl deserves to be treated like that. Every man is blessed to be with a woman. Because women are the key to happiness. They make our lives so much better, and we will forever thank God for their existence. But Blake, being the jackass he is, had thrown away such a fabulous opportunity for which he would regret for the rest of his days."

"But I'm afraid you will fall back to be the same girl I had first set eyes on. The scared, broken girl. And I don't want that, because you have worked so hard to be where you are right now, and you don't deserve to drop back down. But what I'm trying to say is that don't let him get to you. He's your past. He's a nobody. This is your life now Alison, and you've got to make the best of it instead of letting him bring you down. Make him regret Al."

I found myself closing my eyes, as he Luke talked. His words were getting to me and he knew it. He was brining back memories that I had desperately tried to suppress.

- 4 years ago -

I sniffled, rubbing my nose against the back of my hand. Mrs André glanced at me with a pitiful expression, handing me a tissue before pulling me into a hug. I allowed myself to cherish the warmth and safety of her arms before she pulled back. She was my motherly role. Every since my mother had passed away giving birth to me, I had been thrown into the world with no mother to lead me, just a father who had his nose dwelled within business. After rising from the small shop down at the end of the street to a towering building among the city, he barely had time for me. Yet he stilled loved me deeply for which I am thankful for.

"Oh Alison."she cooed, rocking me slightly.

A flicker of embarrassment rung through me. Here I am, a grown woman being rocked like a baby after a break up. Pathetic isn't it?

"I thought I had a c-chance."I mumbled into her shirt, as she rubbed my back.

"He didn't deserve you, dear."

Doubt washed over me. Blake was extremely attractive and immensely successful. If anything, I didn't deserve him. But as fatigue slowly dragged me in, a flicker of hope that the man of my dreams would reach out. Maybe he would regret his decision and hurry to find me, guilt taking over him. But as my eyes flutter close, I could only ever dream of that occurring.

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The next morning I found myself wearing a white blouse and black pencil skirt, hair straightened and makeup applied. Glancing at the mirror, I frowned at my appearance. Blake would constantly remind me how unattractive I was. After constantly ignoring his comments, I found myself caving into him. Was I ugly?

My finger picked at my hair, its oily feeling at the pads of fingers made me grimace. My fingers traced my jaw as I watched myself through the mirror. Feeling my jaw tense beneath my fingers, my frown deepened as I took in my appearance. He wasn't wrong. I was horrendous looking. With a thin waist, small breasts, puckered lips, thin hair, dull eyes, pale complexion and wide things there was no wonder why he would say such things.

Feeling my eyes sting slightly, I clenched them close making a mental note to hit the gym soon.

"You done in there, Alison?"Mrs André voice called out from the other side of the door.

Snapped out my trance, I shook my head, stuttering out a yes. Opening the door to the staff room, I stepped out, greeting Mrs André with a smile. She returned the gesture before leading me to the kitchen were different smells floated around the area, swirls of smoke winding from pots and pans as people peered over dishes and other hastily rummaging in cupboards.

A group of people wearing the same uniform as I, were huddled at the corner of the room, leaning against the walls as they grinned, chatting amongst themselves. Each held a small pad and pencil in their hands. Holding mine with a harsh grip, I looked down at my black flats, my hair forming a curtain around my face.

"Those guys,"she said, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the same people I had just seen,"Are the waiters, just like you. You can go talk to them if you want, I have to go and work on something. I'll be right back."

Not allowing me to answer, she hurried off, a man in a white uniform following her, his long chef hat wobbling dangerously on his head. Glancing around, I'm thankful that no one seemed to have noticed me, instead intrigued in their job at the hand. But as my eyes drifted back to the group of waiter, a pair of blue eyes captured my attention

I gasped, staggering back. He was frowning as he looked me over, his hands shoved into his pockets. Yet his eyes...they seemed to be ripping me open, peering down and watching the trailer of my life. It was terrifying yet strangely comforting. The man raised an eyebrow, before straightening himself, mumbling something to the rest of the group before making his way towards me.

My eyes widened, and I clenched my skirt between my clammy palms. Before I know it, the man is standing in front of me, a curious expression on his face.

He stuck out his hand, giving me a toothy grin,"Hey, I'm Luke Andrews. And what would your name be?"

I looked down shyly, raising my hand out as well. His smile widened, and he grasped my hand in a friendly handshake before pulling me in for a hug. My eyes widened in shock as I was slammed against his firm body, struggling of breath from his his strong hold.

"Uh L-Luke, I can't breath."I wheezed, trying to pry myself away from this crazy man.

He quickly pulled away, a light blush staining his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Oh sorry."

I stepped away slightly. He was going to hurt me in the end. There was no point warming up to this man, as friendly as he seems. An awkward silence hung over and I cleared my throat before forcing a smile.

"Alison Williams."

He furrowed his eyebrows,"Huh?"

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I repeated myself,"Alison Williams, my name."

"Ohh, right. Yeah. Uh Alison. Okay."

Unable to stop myself, I giggled lightly at him. His nerves immediately ceased and he grinned at me. Before I know it I was pulled into another hug, my head stuffed into his armpit. And may I say, the man really needed deodorant.

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This chapter was really expressing how self conscious she is. It was a stupid chapter, sorry guys. I'll try and make sure the next is lit.

Anyway I was thinking of starting something up. I want to get to know my reader better. I love you guys and all the support you give so I'm like 'they gonna be like my freakin best friends'! I still love ya No_rain_no_flowers sista. <3
So at the end of every chapter I will ask you guys a question. It's your choice if you want to answer it or not, I'm really just doing this for fun. :-)

QUESTION: What's your favourite song?
Answer - Hmm idk tbh, but I'd have to say 'Run Me Dry' by Bryson Triller

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