Easter's Lilly Page 3

  When 5:30 arrived, it was not a happy moment for me. I had to wake up at 4:30 just to arrive on time. I had never thought of myself as a morning person. As a matter of fact, when I was younger, my dad used to tease me about being a vampire. He said I never opened my eyes until it was almost dark. When I got to the restaurant, Pierre was singing and very energetically preparing the food for the breakfast rush. His handsome body was distracting. I must admit that the accent was ridiculously sexy. He continuously referred to me as Marilyn, which I found annoying. But as time went on, I got used to it.

  When 6:00 came around they opened the doors and the very first customers were Johnny and Rudy. I was shocked that he had found me when I never told him about my new job. Before I even had a moment to meet his eyes; the owner, Jim, confronted him aggressively. Jim put his hand on Johnny’s chest and pushed him outside. “Do not show up here.” Jim put out as masculine a voice as he could muster.

  “I’m not leaving until I see her,” Johnny said, intentionally antagonizing him. I peeked around the doorway and saw Johnny’s face right up against Jim’s.

  “I’ll call Mick and have you arrested. I have a restraining order and you know that.”

  “I won’t cause trouble, Jim. Just let me see her.”

  “This is why I don’t hire women. They’re always trouble. Besides she and Pierre have a thing. Get lost!”

  Johnny and Rudy hesitated before they walked away. Rudy put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder. “Look man, a relationship is out of the question anyway. Let it go.”

  “Pierre and Lilly? I won’t have it,” Johnny sputtered as they disappeared from view out the door.

  Jim walked up to me and grabbed my arm. “Since you were eavesdropping, I won’t mince words.” His grip began to sting. “I suppose I have you to thank for this.”

  “I didn’t ask him to come.”

  “I have spent years keeping him away. Don’t invite him here.” He walked away angrily.

  I ran after him. “Wait Jim!” I finally caught up with him in the kitchen. Pierre and the other cooks had their eyes on both of us. “What is it about Johnny that everyone is telling me to keep away from?”

  The room got very quiet. Jim grabbed me again by the arms and shook me. “He’s a drug addict and a dealer. He’s dangerous. He buys his supplies from some crazy guy in Mexico. They call this guy Satan or the beast! People around him die.” He walked off leaving me standing there with red marks on my forearms. I could barely catch my breath. This “drug addict” saved me from a possible arrest. He was a perfect gentleman. How could he be so bad?

  I ran after him again and cried out, “Jim, I don’t know how he found me. I promise, I didn’t invite him.”

  Jim laughed almost uncontrollably when I said that. “He has eyes and ears everywhere. I hope for your sake, you’re not involved with him. He’s like a disease, you know. An incurable one.” He left me there, speechless wondering what had just happened. I couldn’t move or breathe. Pierre came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. “Marilyn, get back to work.” And I did just that.

  I hung up my apron and left the building. As I approached my car I saw a tall, lanky figure with a hat by my car. As I got closer I thought to myself, “Oh my gosh… it’s Johnny.” My heart was filled with panic and I wasn’t sure how to react. I looked back to see if anyone in the restaurant was looking. Pierre was on the front porch, smoking a cigarette, watching us. “What are you doing here?” I asked in a horrified whisper.

  “Just open the door and let me in,” he said. “You don’t want good ol’ Pierre reporting you to Jim, do you?”

  I quickly opened the door and shoved him inside the car. “Doesn’t your girlfriend mind your hanging around me?” I asked.

  “I don’t do the girlfriend thing,” he answered. “I don’t commit and safe is no fun.”

  “Fine,” I answered. “What do you want?”

  “I have a special place I’d like to take you.” I smiled and all the anxiety I was feeling seemed to wash away like unnecessary tears. We headed out to the Red Rock Crossing. He led me down a long windy road and took me through the mountains and by a creek. We pulled off the road into the parking lot. “This is where I go when I want to be alone.” He pointed to the water. “I bring my guitar here and soak up the beauty.” I was mystified. We walked around the rocks and laughed together. The sunlight danced along the rocks and the water sang sweetly as the waves crashed against the cliffs. We traveled quite a ways through the clearing. I was in heaven looking around to see how far we had gone from the road. As I looked from side to side, I noticed three figures following behind us. One of these figures was Rudy. The other two were Hispanic men, not much older than Johnny. I had never seen them before. He noticed my distraction and looked over his shoulder to see the men approaching. “Lilly,” he said impatiently, “you need to get out of sight. Go over to the clearing and do not come out.” He pointed to a wooded area and I complied without a word. I had recognized that what everyone had said was probably true. With panic flowing through veins like ice water, I sat in the woods in hiding. They all saw me and I saw one of the men point to me. I could hear them talk in Spanish and this concerned me. I was thinking about how Jim mentioned something about Johnny buying drugs from a man in Mexico. I heard my father’s name mentioned a few times.

  “What are you doing with her?” Rudy asked.

  “I tell you what to do!” Johnny answered. “Don’t make another mistake like that.”

  “Seriously…” Rudy looked back over at me. “Stop seeing her. You’re just asking for trouble.”

  “Business, boys,” one of the men reminded them. “Get rid of her,” Rudy said, one last time. They walked off and I was too frightened to move. Johnny went to where I was sitting and sat beside me.

  “Are you okay?” I couldn’t speak. I looked at him with fear in my eyes. He put his hands on both sides of my face and kissed me. I felt a warm tingling spread through my body. I responded to him, much to my surprise. He began to lose control and I stood up suddenly. “What’s happening, John?”

  “Okay, you’re right, we have to leave. Let’s go.” We walked in silence back to the car. When we got back to Johnny’s house he grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I have about an hour. Come inside?”

  I was so taken with him that I agreed. He moved towards me and kissed my lips. There was something about him that reached a part of me that had never been reached before. I was helpless in his arms. We got out of the car and he opened his front door. A woman with long brown hair in trashy, revealing clothes ran to him and hugged him. She reached for his face and kissed him passionately while I watched. “Who’s the kid?” the woman asked.

  “I do not believe this!” I yelled at him. “Do you have some kind of illness?”

  “I told you,” he answered. “I don’t do commitments.”

  I turned and walked out, heading for my car. I could hear him behind me as I struggled with my keys. He grabbed me, turned me around and kissed me but I pushed him backwards. I could hear the woman in the background screaming, “Come on, John. Forget her!”

  “I’m not going to share you with all these women.” I couldn’t believe that I had to explain that.

  “We’re not in a committed relationship,” he answered. “We’re not sleeping together yet.” I almost threw up.

  “I’ll never have sex with a man who has so many partners. So, if you want me, you had better make a decision.” I pushed him away again. He backed up lifting both his hands in the air as if to indicate that he was not going to stop me. I unlocked the car and got inside. He backed up farther away and then went back to the girl who was eagerly waiting for him.

  I couldn’t help but wonder why he came for me in the first place when he had all those women. Was he selling them drugs? Does he have some kind of self-esteem issue? I had to fight the tears that were forming in my eyes. I felt so foolish. This would not happen again.

  I drove home and my father was waiti
ng for me in the driveway. I knew he had someone watching me. It was pretty obvious at this point. I got out of the car and my father grabbed me and hugged me. “What is it, dad?” I asked.

  “Why, Lilly? Why can’t you stay away from him?”

  “I won’t be seeing him anymore, dad. I’m done with that egomaniac.”

  “Lilly, he’s clever. Keep your guard up at all times.”

  “He has some kind of problem. I’m done.” My father seemed satisfied with that answer and we went inside the house together. As I shut the front door, I noticed that there was a black sedan parked outside of the house.

  CHAPTER 2

  Addicted