Mia quickly walked to work, clipping her hair up on the back of her head as she entered the tavern through the back entrance and going into the kitchens. She was a little early for work, but she would not have had time to go home before work after...what happened last night.
Her whole body ached and she felt sick to her stomach. She hadn\'t had one minute of sleep last night, instead she had been terrified for hours and subjected to things she didn\'t want to even think about now. But as she bustled about, starting to get things ready for the day she just couldn\'t concentrate. She kept remembering the way he had looked as he had leant over her, that look on his face, that stench filling her nose. His body pinning hers down.
As Mia knelt down and started to sweep out the fireplace she could feel her hands shaking, her pulse was still racing and tears finally spilt out over her cheeks. She knelt in the fireplace and wept, pressing her hands to her eyes as hot tears spilt out and ran down her cheeks, running lines down her dirty face. She knew no one would noticed she had been crying, no one cared as long as she got the work done and she had enough time for just a few moments to show how she felt, even if it was just to herself and no one else. There was no one out there who cared about her. Someone could do something to her like Ridley had and there was no one she could tell.
After a few minutes Mia went back to work and was soon done, the fireplace was tidy and Mia moved on. She didn\'t stop, Mia wouldn\'t have let herself stop for a moment even if she had had a chance. It was noon by the time she took any kind of break, well, she dropped a pan and spent ten minutes being yelled at before being told to get out of the chef\'s sight. The redhead could still hear him cursing as she hurried out onto the back step, shutting the door quickly behind her.
She slid down onto the step, wrapping her arms around her legs and gazing at the ground as she heard the voices inside, still yelling, but she wasn\'t sure if it was still about her. She so didn\'t want to lose her job, but it just seemed like nothing was going her way. What more could she do? Why did things keep going wrong. The door behind her opened and a boy about her ages walked out and chucked a bucket of dirty water down the drain. Mia sniffed slightly and glanced up at him, trying to smile, but failing.
"Don\'t worry \'bout it, lass, y\'ll be fine," he said, giving her a cheery grin before walking back into the kitchen and shutting the door again. Mia shook her head slightly, some of her hair falling loose and framing her face as her eyes were lowered again, it was fine for him to say that, the attention was off him for now. What was the point?
