Love is Never Ugly

Love Is Never Ugly Chapter 2 (Chris)

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Chapter 2

 "Bye Mr. Stark.” Taylor says quietly as she heads toward the front door of the pawn shop.

“Goodbye Ms. Clark. Have a nice night!” Mr. Stark calls out. He’s always so cheerful, Taylor thinks.

Taylor pushes out the doors and starts her walk home. She walks along the road for half an hour thinking about Chris. She had not been able to get him out of her head since he left. Even when she was sketching her jewelry, which always made her block everything out but that, she was thinking about him. His dark brown messy hair and his blue eyes were the first things that she had noticed. As she continued to think about him, though, she noticed his perfect figure, his perfect face, and his muscular arms.

She was still in a bit of a daze as she arrived at her house and opened the door. Her mom was nowhere to be seen, but there was a note sitting on the coffee table.

Tay-

I went to bed early tonight. When you get back, can you run to the grocery store? There’s a list on the counter. Thanks Sweetie.

~Mom.

Sure Mom, why would I just want to relax for a bit? Why would I want to stay home? Sure, I’ll go to the store and hide my face while I look around for all the things that you need. Sounds like a blast.

Taylor sighs. She never just gets to stay home. At eighteen she was expected to work and do all the shopping and everything while her mother works two hours a day and then sleeps or drinks or watches movies. Taylor wouldn’t even have the chance to go to college at the rate it was going and since her sister was beautiful, she wasn’t forced to do anything. Tiffany, or Tiff for short, sat home all day and then went out with a different boy every night. She’s twenty-two.

Taylor walked back out the door and hopped on her bike. She rode to the store to shop.

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Taylor slammed her hand down on the alarm beeping continuously on her bedside table. She was not ready to get up and face the world yet. Her warm bed felt like heaven, but she knew she needed to get to work.

She got up and jumped in the shower. When she got out she stared herself down in the mirror, hating the scar and wanting it to disappear. She traced one finger slowly down the largest part of the scar. The whole scar almost looked like a tree with branches sticking out everywhere. One single tear fell down her cheek before she stopped herself. She had cried over this part of her life so many times that whenever she did now she cursed herself.

Taylor slams her fist down on the sink and closes her eyes. When she finally opens her eyes again a few minutes later, she sees herself without the scar. She’s beautiful and people would die to have a face like hers. She looks like she could be a supermodel. She looks like someone who doesn’t always have to hide her face. She looks normal.

Unfortunately, the day dream slips away and Taylor realizes that she must get to work. Spending this much time looking at her scar has cost her time and she’s afraid she won’t be able to get out the door quick enough. She’s got a half hours walk ahead of her. She starts down the stairs but runs back up when she realizes she forgot her sketchbook.

When she gets down stairs she tried to slip out the back without being heard.

“Taylor, is that you?” Her mother calls from the living room. She’s probably watching some old movie that doesn’t even make any sense. Taylor’s mom didn’t appreciate actors and actresses the way that Taylor did and that aggravated her sometimes. She’s in such a hurry that she decides not to answer her mother, but instead slips out the back door.