Dannika Dark - Seven Years

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I dont care what anyone says, every girl needs to have a good long cry once in a while. The kind that weakens you, swells your eyes shut, and strips away every shred of emotion from your body until the pain subsides. The pain of whatever. Death, heartbreak, solitude, desire, jealousy. All the crap that becomes a badge of honor among womenlike those little merit badges Girl Scouts have sewn on their uniforms, only these badges are stitched across our hearts.

Of course, the last place I needed to have a meltdown was in a candy store by the gummy worms. Sweet Treats had closed half an hour ago, and I was restocking the shelves while April handled the cash drawer.

It used to be a fun place to work when I was twenty-one. But now I was twenty-seven and this shit was getting old. Maybe it was the smell of chocolate in the air playing tricks on my hormones, or watching all those rug rats screaming up and down the aisles and wishing I had one. Or maybe it was the fact that Brooke Worthington (although in high school she went by Brooke Jenson) had walked into the shop wearing a business suit with three kids in tow and asked, Is this what youve been doing since high school?

Alexia, whats the matter? April peered at me from around a stack of canisters, her charcoal-lined eyes wide. Did someone die?

Which brought another gasp to my sob.

Yeah, that too.

Tomorrow will be the seven-year anniversary of my brothers death. My older brother by three years, who taught me how to ride a bike because our dad was a total dick and ignored me. My older brother, who piled our beanbag chairs in front of the television and made awful microwave popcorn while we watched a scary movie whenever our parents went out. My older brother, who was into muscle cars and hung out with all the bad boys my best friends for life (whom I havent seen since high school) wanted to marry. My older brother, who gave me Indian burns, hid my pink razors, and intimidated the hell out of my boyfriends when I started dating in high school.

My older brother, who was killed in a motorcycle accident when he was twenty-three and found two days later by passing motorists when they spotted his bike in a ditch off Highway 71.

Alexia?

April didnt know about my brother, Wes. Sometimes there are chapters in our lives we dont want others to read. Shed started working here a year ago when she was twenty-one, but the girl had plans. She had been submitting her rsum to the top companies in the area in hopes of getting her corporate career started. Her long-term goal was to be a project manager, but handling the register and the books stretched her experience in the meantime. Our boss even added on a few additional duties to give her an incentive to stick around. Plus, she had a backup plan of becoming a store manager if the corporate gig didnt pan out.

I didnt know much about Aprils personal life because she wasnt one of those girls who put it all out on the table. I once asked about her mom and she clammed up, so I never brought up the topic again. All I knew was she was a workaholic who talked about books, complained about her younger sister, adored animals, and possessed a charismatic laugh that turned heads. I always found myself doing or saying silly things to bring a smile to her face.

Im fine, I lied, but it came out all garbled, so I cleared my throat.

You dont sound fine. Does this have to do with Beckett?

I glared.

She smiled innocently and lifted her shoulder. Youre still separated, right? Sorry, but hes hot and you cant blame me for assuming you worked things out.

Hes also an asshole with a temper, not to mention he has a disturbing obsession with professional wrestling.

Thought you liked the bad boys?

I bit my lip. Yeah, I kind of did. Not that I sought them out intentionally, but maybe I was subconsciously searching for a tough guyone who would help me forget how out of control I felt at times.

Learn from my mistakes, April. Youre a sweet girl and guys like that will only drag you down. Theyll make you forget you ever aspired to do anything meaningful with your life. Then one day youll be crying over the kitchen sink, scraping at a piece of dried macaroni thats stuck to a plate because the dishes havent been washed in two days.

Holy smokes, Alexia. You really need a happy pill in the worst way.

Her fingers dragged through the chunky strands of her blond hair. She styled it short with fashionably long bangs angled over one side of her face. The duality with April was interesting because her appearance was trendy and rockerish, but her personality was anything but. She kept her hair a platinum blond that looked so natural I wasnt sure it came from a bottleId seen girls born with that hair color before. It was a stunning look. She often wore smoky eyeliner that added an allure to her jaw-dropping hazel eyes, and I would have killed for her flawless complexion. April was as pretty as a pixie but lacked a social life from what I had gathered. Her personality shined at work, but in private conversations, she possessed a shy demeanor.

Maybe shy wasnt the right word.

Sensitive. I caught onto this because April was clumsy, always bumping into things or stumbling over her feet. When kids made fun of her, shed laugh it off. It only bothered her when someone our age or older made a joke. Men in particular, but I could relate to that. A few years ago, I stepped in a hole on the street and almost broke my ankle. All I could think about was how embarrassed I was that everyone saw me fall on my face. Never mind the fact I almost ended up in an ambulance. Only later was I mad no one had bothered to help.

April was an introspective girl with a big heart, even if she didnt have the gift of gab. A bird had once slammed into our shop window and died on the sidewalk. Shed tried to help it, but it was pointless. Id ended up sending her home when I saw how upset she was. Id never had any pets, so maybe I just couldnt relate. But it spoke volumes about her character.

Im closing up; are you done restocking the supply? she asked.

I glanced at a jar of circus peanuts and nodded.

Normally, the black cloud of depression didnt follow me. Id learned to embrace life no matter what was thrown my way, but today was one of those off days when rolling with the punches just meant getting beat up.

It usually did at this time of year.

I wiped away my tears and stood up, straightening out the wrinkles in my skirt. Id been mistaken for a waitress on more than one occasion while wearing our uniformand that was a compliment. Nobody was impressed when I told them I sold candy for a living, especially not anyone with two kids and a mortgage. My white skirt stopped two inches above my knees, paired with a tight-fitting orange shirt. To top off the ensemble, we wore white aprons and looked like wed been slaving away in some magical candy kitchen, creating fantastical sugary treats.

We opened a bag and poured candy in a jar. End of story.