The Lost Diary

She dabbed on a bit of mascara and some light pink lipstick. She took the ponytail holder out of her hair and shook her head lightly, letting the golden curls lay softly against her face and down her back. It was time to put on a smile and hide from herself in the dim lights and the loud music. She reached with both hands, down inside her yellow shirt and tugged at her bra, exposing the exact amount of cleavage she would allow herself to show. She spun around. She knew that half of her bottom was hanging out of the short black shorts she was wearing, and she gently pulled at them, trying to cover as much as she could. However, she knew that the cleavage and ass was what made her money. Three nights a week Andrea did this. She worked as a cocktail waitress in an over populated pool hall. Tips were good, but not great. Most of the customers were regulars that had gotten to know Andrea pretty well and would tip her graciously. However, a few obviously thought that their presence alone should be good enough, and wouldn't even leave a dollar even though they sat there the entire night drinking one beer after another. This night started like every other night. She left her day job at the medical center, called to check on Jonathon, and then made a beeline for “The Silver Bullet." She had her schedule down to a tee. It would take fifteen minutes to get from the medical center to the `Bullet' thus leaving another fifteen minutes for her to strip out of her scrubs and change into her night time job attire, freshen up her make-up and fluff her hair. Unfortunately, this night wouldn't end like every other night. Andrea was going crazy trying to keep up with drinks for everyone. It was a Friday night and the bar was packed. She barely had time to clean one table before another group came in and occupied it. She didn't mind though. It was nights like this that kept her coming back to work. She knew that tonight would be a good tip night. Andrea had three beers in her left hand and two glasses of wine in her right, making her way through the smoke and the crowd to the table at the back. Halfway there her eyes scanned the room like they always did, eyeing who was low on drinks. Suddenly she was staring at a familiar face. Too familiar. She felt as if all the blood drained from her body as the beer bottles and wine glasses slipped from her hands. She heard them breaking as they crashed to the floor. For a brief second, it all seemed like a bad dream. Surely this can't be happening again! But when she looked up, she was staring into those same cold, steel blue eyes. Andrea wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Suddenly she was a little girl again, and not allowed to scream. Cold chills went all through her as the muffled, tunneled voices seemed to fade away. She felt herself drifting. All of a sudden she was six years old again and she was running, running away from everyone to her secret hiding place.………………….