Simple peaceful Marian.

Marian POV

"Two cups of coffee, and an orange juice coming right up", I yelled as I went into the kitchen. My name is Marian, I am 24 years old and a waitress. I am not college or Harvard trained like other kids, but I serve drinks to earn what I spend and I'm good at what I do to survive. I grew up at an orphanage and left when I was eighteen heard old. I've never met my biological parents.

I have always wondered what it would be like to have a family. When I was younger, a few couples had tried to adopt me but ended up picking another child, I never met the requirements or maybe, I am not child material. I always felt disappointed.

Perhaps, a slut birthed me and left me at the orphanage because she had to get back to work. Many children used to mock me at the orphanage that my mother gave birth to and left me in a bloodied wrapper.

"Here's your order. Thank you", I sang as I balanced the tray on the right table and hurried into the kitchen to run more orders.

Things are always hectic on a Saturday, it's barely midday and every single table in sight is filled with customers. I enjoy working on a Saturday, as I get to earn more tips which I really depend on to survive the weekends.

I am ambidextrous and very time conscious and a fast learner too. The coffee shop owner, Mr Ben, treats all his workers like family and likes me a lot as customers rarely complain when I attend to them. He calls me 'precious cargo'.

"Table 10 and 15 needs a waiter, Marian, go!" Mr Ben playfully shoves me.

Smiling at him, I head to my new customers and listen to their order.

It's seven pm which indicates the end of my shift. I live ten blocks away from the coffee shop with two lovely ladies; Zoey and Belinda. They are both children from the orphanage and we are all age mates.

Unlike me, they are both in college. Zoey is majoring in Management Science while Belinda is working her ass off in Med school.

They both tried to persuade me to go college too, but I am not interested in furthering my studies. I just want to live a simple and peaceful life.

Typing in the passcode, I walk into our little abode. Removing my shoes, I stretch my fore limbs as I yelled

"Anybody home?"

"Bitch! In here". Zoey shouted as she brought her head out from her room before disappearing back.

I sighed and walked in to see a total mess. Different pieces of clothing, sticking out her wardrobe, some dresses scattered on the bed and some randomly thrown on the floor.

"What's going on?", I asked as I took in the mess before me.

"Actually... Belinda's got herself a date", Zoey muttered.

"Again?". She always dates an entirely different guy every week. In every way, might I add. From the dress sense, to the look, to his attitude or the kind of food he eats.

"Yes dear. Again and again and again. That bitch can't get heart broken". Zoey confirmed swaying her hips to the left and then to the right as she spoke.

Laughing, I get comfortable on the sofa and pull my socks as well.

Belinda gushes out of the adjoining bathroom and twirls around for us to compliment her dress.

"Babe. This. Is. The. One", Zoey speaks first

"It absolutely compliments your skin", I added.

Belinda is the most beautiful, next to Zoey and then there's me.

Belinda looks like a model, with a tall slender frame. Any and every piece of clothing looks good on her. She doesn't have to try so hard to make an impression. Like, she could literally get any guy she wants. Hence, the numerous dates.

I wonder how she gets the time to flirt with so many guys and still aces Medical school.

And then there's Zoey, who is a bit shorter. She has very pale skin and is somewhat chubby but very beautiful and carefree. She rarely goes out. After she broke up with her first and last boyfriend, she's refused to date any other guy because she says no one interests her like he did. But she's always ready to fix someone else for a date. That's her talent.

"Now let's fix your hair. You wouldn't want the next unlucky guy to see your wild hair sticking out everywhere, now would you?"

Unlucky indeed. He's about to get his heart smashed into fractions.

After getting Belinda ready for her date, the unlucky guy graced us with his presence and left with his date.

Zoey and I resorted to cleaning the mess they had made. Folding pants, hanging the dresses, pants, shorts and other piece of clothing that was not neatly placed in the closet.

After working for two straight hours. We started preparing the kitchen for dinner. Zoey decided to cook, while I decided to get mineral water since we had exhausted all we had left.

Discarding my dress for comfortable joggers and a sweatshirt, I grabbed my phone and hollered "Gone to get the water" before going to the nearby supermarket.

After grabbing a pack of mineral water, I made my way to the counter to pay.

"I'll have one of these too. Thank you" I said, picking up a pack of chewing gum.

Paying and walking out, about three blocks away from my place, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

In an attempt to get my phone, I collided with something and felt myself in the air before hitting the ground hard. I tried to move but could not with some sticky liquid oozing out of my head-it had to be blood.

I heard a masculine voice continually asking if I could hear him. He said help was coming and was pressing a bruise on my arm to keep me awake.

I could neither move my body nor my eyes before I fell unconscious.