Steam fills the bathroom as I lay in the bath, relaxing after a shift at the Misty Mountain Bar. Today was my second day and it seems that the whole town was there. It was a cozy bar, a little dance floor in the middle with a carved wooden bar. There were tables arranged around the dance floor with a small podium for when there was a band playing. If there was no band, there was music on the surround sound system. I do not know who choose the music, but it was from way back when, you could almost see the old cowboy bar with ladies in their long dresses trying to get the attention of the cowboy’s. Urg, if it was me, I would go for something more modern like Nirvana.

My mind drifts to the people I met working at the bar. Hanna she was a beautiful black-haired girl, little bit younger than me. She had dark brown eyes with its long lashes making her look younger than she is. Her body was what us other girls just stare at and wish we could look like that. It was a body for the front page of Vogue with guys drooling over its pages. Why could I not look like that? Well just my luck, which I do not have any off.

John was the guy at the door, he was built with muscles as hard as a rock. He had a warming smile but a look that said, ‘DO NOT mess with me’. I would just give him a smile going in and out of the bar, not really talking to him. He would just nod.

Then there was Jack with his cute smile but that was the only thing that was cute. His breath was a mixture of smoke and alcohol. A smell I will never get used to as it brings back the memories of days when I thought that there was a thing, they called love. That four letter word that makes people crazy.

“sigh”

In what fantasy world do they live in. It only happens in myths like werewolves, vampires, and witches. Yes, I love reading these kinds of books and the girl always gets the best man and all the love that will keep any girl happy for ever.

Puff, I was that naive once. How big a fool I was? Listening to ‘Love on the rocks’ from Neil Diamond on my little radio inside the bathroom, I feel a tight grip on my heart as I remember the way me and Erick were. Tears starts to run slowly down my cheek.

He was loving, devoted, and promised me the love and protection for ever and ever “To death do us part”. We met in high school as he was the hunk, every girl wanted to be with. I was the nerdy girl that helped him with homework. Till we become friends nobody at school knew about and like they say the rest was history. Ye right, till that big day….

Flash back

I am standing I front of the mirror. My A-line V-neck Tulle lace Wedding dress looks beautiful against my tanned skin. My hair is done in an lose bun with curls going down my face. There are fresh flowers in my hair. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. Looking at the ring on my finger turning it around and around remembering the day he asked me to marry him. We have been walking in the park eating ice-cream when he turns to me and just said,

“Marry me”. He then goes on to one knee as gives me this ring. It was like something out of a movie. I was so overwelled that I said yes without thinking. He wanted me, not one of the other girls with their model bodies but me. Even though I have a little bit of fat around my middle, he wanted me. We were together for a year and have been living together for 4 months. He was my first but even though sex was not as everybody said it would be “mind blowing” it was something. Something I told myself is different for each person.

Then my thoughts go to my mom and dad, I wish they could have seen me today. Getting tears in my eyes, I know I must try holding it back as I do not what to ruin my make-up. For them to be with me for this big day in every girl’s life. Mom would have me mad with making sure everything was perfect from my dress, the church to the reception. Nothing would have been 100% for her. Dad would have been the one to try to calm her with nice words and his little kisses or just holding her hand telling her everything would be perfect. But they were killed in an explosion when I was 12 years old. I have been living with family, traveling around as soon as they got tired of me.

Stopping in front for the church my heart starts to race. I try taking deep breaths to calm my nerves. This is it in a few minutes I will be MRS. Hailey Thompson. The wife of one of the upcoming new partners in a big lawyers’ firms in the city. As I step up to the church, I feel that something is wrong. Erick’s friend Michael in standing at the door with a note in his hand.

Handing me the note I could see the sorrow in his eyes. His hand shacking.

Dear Hailey

I am sorry, but I cannot do this.

Erick

It was all that the note said. Staring at the note I could not believe it; this is a joke right. Running into the church I could see all our friends sitting there but no Erick. Turning around I waited for him to come out of the side door saying ‘Got you’ with a smile on his face. But all I see is them, did they know? They were looking at me some with questioning eyes others with sorrow. He left me at the altar. Just like that?

My heart was in a million pieces, I could not breath. Why, why was I not good enough. Did I not fit into his plans for the future? Or what did I do that would him do this to me?

End of flash back