The lost mafia princess

Chapter 5

I woke up later than usual this morning mainly due to my injuries and how tired they made me. I didn't panic as my alarm on my iPhone 4 was set earlier than needed entirely for this a reason.

It was currently 5:45 and I needed to muster up the strength to shower in order to get to work on time.

I struggled massively. Every time i managed to get up my arms gave out which resulted in my ribs hurting even more.

Time was passing and i just needed to do it. I made sure to get to my knees whilst holding my hand over my mouth so I don't make a noise.

It took a while but i succeeded, and hobbled to the shower. I only had 15 minutes to shower, so i used the time witching the freezing water wisely.

The last time i used an ounce of hot water i was squirted down with the hose in the front yard and left outside for the night. Never again.

I guess they found out through the water bill or something.

I had trouble washing my hair as I couldn't move my left arm over my ribs. I think my shoulder was damaged as well.

Ill tell you now, it's very hard to wash your hair one handed. It's even harder trying to cook breakfast as well. There wasn't much left, so they had eggs and toast.

I got my bag and headed out of the door before I could hear their opinions on my food. I liked being out of the house before they woke up.

It gave me a piece of mind.

I loved that it was summer right now, as i didn't need a coat. I didn't own a coat and i usually froze during the winter.

I'd usually skate to where I needed to get too but seeing as my body was beaten I couldn't.

It's the only thing I've ever bought with my money and it makes things so much easier.

Today was a Saturday and i worked from 7 until 4. Then i went to the gym to teach the little girls for an hour. Usually i would have an hour to myself with Coach afterwards as well.

The diner was empty except for the manager. He is really secluded. He does his stuff and then he dips.

The restaurant was passed down through his family and most of us just thinks he doesn't want to be here. I cant judge him.

As time passes more fo the staff come in. My hair gets ruffled be every one of them. Terry, one of the chef's is the worst. I try and chase him after he does them but I'm never fast enough.

We have a little game going. I get a point every time i do it back to him. I think it's currently 198 to 0.

Yeah its been going on for a while. It's like he has this sense of me coming ready to mess up his flop of hair. I kind of see him as a father figure. He's the one who cooks my fries as well, as he knows I like them extra crispy.

"Hey squirt, ready to work for your fries?"

Terry appeared out of nowhere.

"You bet!" I replied as he nods and messes my hair up. I try to glare at him but i dint think it works. Ill chase him later when he's least expecting it.

The diner picks up straight away with people coming in for coffee's and some breakfast. Mostly our usual customers who have some small talk with me.

It wasnt until around 11am that i got my first weird customers, not in a bad way though.

These 2 boys came in. They were both dressed in suits, and were looking at this place as if it was trash.

They're obviously not from around here. This is the nicest diner around in this area.