Coffee Breake. [[OPEN!]]

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Zoe walked out of the barn, she had just got done exersizing King, she smiled walking passed a girl who was just entering the barn. Zoe walked to her old rusty blue truck and opend the squeky door. She hopped in and started the truck, the old engine roared to life. Zoe backed out and was soon on her way into town, she looked around seeing shops of all kinds, she soon came up to that small coffee house and pulled into the parking lot. Zoe found a parking space and parked her truck and getting out locking it.

Zoe walked across the hot black top towards the coffee shops doors, she could already smell the strong coffee sent that lingerd out side the place. Zoe walked up to the doors and opened them, getting a evan larger wiff of coffee sent. She walked in hearing soft bells as the door shut behinde her. Zoe looked around there seemed to be many people sitting and talking, it was quite loud in the place. Zoe stood in the long line untill it was her turn. She orderd a large Iced Coffee and a chocolate chip muffin.

Zoe handed the lady her money and told her she could keep the penny in change. Zoe smiled as the lady brought her stuff to the counter, Have a nice day, she heard before she could say anything a larger man bumped into her, this made her spill her iced coffee all over herself. Her mouth dropped, it was cold and there was a big coffee staine on her new riding shirt. Zoe growled and picked up the stuff on the ground, she grabbed a hand full of napkins attempting to wipe off her new shirt and what was on the ground.

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[Desert]

"That's enough, Vince!" the man said firmly. The young boy cowered from his raised hand and backed away. He had tears in his eyes. Beautiful blue green eyes filled with horror. Terrified of the man before him, his father. Trying to find kindness in his father's red, drunk eyes. He could find none. It was a quiet english night and the moon had just peaked over London. It was calm and the country was preparing itself for the Holidays. Christmas was oon its way.

"Sir! I'm sorry!" Vince always found him as a threat and never had the heart to cal him "Dad" or anything else besides Sir. His mother was "Ma'am" Simple as that. She wasn't Mum, or even Mother. Ma'am and Sir instead of Mum and Dad like every other kid his age called their parents. A large hand whipped out and closed around the boy's neck and began to squeeze and shake. Vince gagged and struggled for breath. "You little beast! You know your curfew! You must be punished!" Sir hissed loudly. The scent of Vodka burning in his breath.

Vince struggled more, but the hand just squeezed tighter. Vince thought back to the two times that his father acted like a father. The two times he had a gentle hand and not a cruel one. A tear fell down his cheek. Then it happened. Finally, he knew it would.

There was pain, and blood. Dark red blood ran down his face, he couldn't see anything out of his right eye. Everything was a red cloud. there was a large curved gash running from his forehead, across his eye and ending at his chin. The hand around his neck dropped him. He hit the ground in a bloody heap. Blood pouring out of his cut, one that would leave a painful red scar. His father walked away, laughing. Thn he hollared "HONEY GET ME A BEER!"

Vince forced himself to his feet, only to fall back down again. Tears and blood falling onto the cream coloured carpet. Hehad to drag himself up the stairs. Feeling lost in this small house. He slammed the door behind him and began to throw everything he had--which wasn't much--into a suitcase. He took a piece of paper and scribbled two words on it.

"I'm sorry"

Laying the note on his bed he jumped out the window and headed off toward the stable where his mare stood waiting. Along with her little black foal. He ran, getting stares from everyone he passed. They stared at his face. Some whispered. The only life on the right side was his eye. A bright burst of colour against the dark red blood that stained. Few people murmered their sympathy. Everyone on this side of London knew who he was, Vince was shy and kinda out there. Day dreaming. Always coming up with new ideas.

The stables were silent. Only the sound of sleeping horses sounded. Vince jogged to her stall, Sunshine's stall. There she lay, th blade of a knife sinking into her shoulder. Her legs broken. Her throat cut. She was murdered, brutaly. There beside her stood the little black filly...sorrow in her eyes

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed sitting up in bed in the small apartment. His heart beat fast. He had just relived that horible night. Beside him sat a black lab puppy, only eight weeks old. Staring at him with big brown eyes. His long tongue handing out of his mouth. Vince piked up the small dog and held him in his arms. The animal licked Vince's chin and whined.

Vince sighed and set the dog, named Taco, back on the floor. He touched his face and felt the healed scar there. The thick line was pink and noticable. That's why he hid the blemish under locks of black hair. He dressd himself in his regular attire. Dark. He fed the puppy and himself. Promised the little dog he'd be back soon, just needed coffee. He was off.

With the entire right side of his face hidden, Vince felt more comfortable to be out in public, even if it was during the day. He was blind out of that eye so it didn't really matter. He stepped into the nice cool building and sat down at a table. Watching as a girl spilled her coffee on herself. He grabbed a few extra napkins and knelt beside her. Focusing on the stain on the floor. He did not speak. He was too scared to speak. Most people in this town didn't even know he was English, nor that when he did talk. He had a very heavy British accent.

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Zoe scrambled soon getting al the cold coffee off her shirt then she kneeled on the ground attempting to clean up the mess she made. She looked over as she walked only the feet of a man who came over and helped her.

Se then looked up and seen he was really helping, Thank You, Lyrics soft and kind, Zoe smiled lightly as she continued to wipe up the large coffee puddle on the floor.

Zoe smiled again at the guy who was helping her, the mess was cleaned faster then she expected, with his help that is. Zoe looked at him, her soft blue eyes looked over his face, although she could really only see half of it, as the rest was coved by his black hair.

Zoe bent down picking up the napkin that were now drenched in coffee. She smiled and threw them into the nearest garbage can and then picked up the reast and threw out her now empty cup. Zoe sighed and looked back at the guy who had helped her.

Im Zoe, and thank you again, she spoke waiting to see if he would respond to her soft voice. The lady handed her another icey coffee and muffin, she held tightly to her drink as making sure not to bump anyone or spill it again. Zoe looked around then back to the guy, waiting to see if he would respond.

[Desert]

The young man threw away his glob of napkins and whiped off his wet hands. She ooe over the young woman. She had pretty blue eyes and a nice attitude. Sadly, she had one trait that bugged him a little. She talked to him! What was he going to do? He couldn't talk to her. He couldn't talk to anyone! It wasn't in his nature. He bit his bottom pink lip and simply looked at her.

His mind galloped like a thousand horses. He didn't know what to do. Instead he just nodded at her thanks. It's not like he was impolite, which most people thought, he was simply shy and lost. He was new to the country itself. He has been at Shady Lane for months. But people didn't know he existed until about a week before this. The time he finally came out into the sulight. To show his face.

People instantly began to talk. Spreading rumours about him. People were curious about what the right side of his face looked like. Some saw the only tip of the long scar, but they didn't think of it much.A lot of people had scars, here. People only got a blank stare when they spoke to him. Usually he just ran away. Then, he got Taco. The little puppy was the runt of his litter. He was the quiet one, hiding behind the bouncier dogs.

No one there wanted him, so the owner gave Vince the puppy for free. He looked away from the girl's...Zoe. Zoe's soft gaze. He looked at the floor studying its simple pattern or squares. He was thinking, as always, about what to do, or what to say. Was he going to say anything. How was he going to show her his reply. I would be hard.

He kept his head low, he could feel eyes of peopl on him. They thought he was a freak! He wanted to run away! He was weak, he was a murderer, illegal! He should be in prison! He was going to Hell anyway, why not speak. He prefered not to. And with that, he was slowly loosing his ability to talk.

He looked up at her and smiled. It was a faint, shy smile, but it was there. He nodded. He thought for a moment. Should he leave? No, he'd wait to see how she responded. He was going to introduce himself, yet. No one knew his name. No one cared.

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Zoe looked around, her osft blue eyes wet back to him, she watched his head nodd, did he talk?, was he unable to talk, Zoe looked at him, and waited for a moment he didnt introduc his self, maybe he was shy, maybe he didnt want her to know his name.

Zoe looked around then set her coffee on the counter that was beside them. She looked at him, then to the floor where it was still wet from her coffee spill. The emplyees had already started mopping it up. Zoe watched as the mop went back and forth back forth over the tile floor.

She looked up again as she looked at him a small yet fragile smiled creesed across her soft pink lips as she then looked away, Are you shy?, she asked quitely, her voice calm and kind, only he could hear her soft voice now, the small shop was now clearing of people, only a few people still ingered around in the place.

Her thought on why he was not talking was, one. he was why, two. he couldnt talk or three. he just didnt like her. Zoe looked back to him and then to the floor.
It was quiet for a momet intill a loud chair sliding across the floor soon made that change.

[Desert]

People gave him scrutinizing glances as they walked past him. He simply looked at them with a scared left eye. His only good eye. The one he could see out of. Still, the brilliant blueness held tight. Even through his blindness. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. He wanted to go see Sun and Ghost. He hadn't seen his stallion and foal in a whole day.

That was too long. He couldn't last long wthout his horses. They were his only family. Speaking of family...What ever happened to his mother? Shaking the thought awayhe looked at Zoe and sighed. He was shy. Very shy. Just enough to where he refused to speak. He hesitated for a moment. Staring at her. His mouth ajar. Then, he gave a slow nod to her question. He wanted to add that he was almost mute. Only talking to the closest of friends. Which, he had none.

No one wanted to be his friend. Even if they did, he wouldn't let them get too close. He was a loner. Lost in his secrets. He couldn't let anyone know his sins. He closed his eyes and looked at the floor again.

The sound of the chairmade him jump ou of his skin. He lept back. His eyes wide. All senses alert. The think about being half blind. You had trouble with loud sounds. Especially in your blind spots. Vince was no exception. He had plenty of blind spots. He franticly looked around, spotting the cause of the sound.

A very very large man made the sound. Suddenly angered, Vince narrowed his eyes but, he didn't speak. The large man caught his eye and stood. "What're you looking at!?" he snarled in a very gruff voice. Vince couldtell he wasn't a very kind man.

As he approached. Vince just wanted to make himself smaller. He slinked back, his head low but, his muscles were tense. Flashbacks crossed his mind. They made him angry. The big man grabbed Vince by the collar and pulled him forward. "Yo mamma otta teach you a lesson!" he snarled. Towering over Vince. They were nose to nose. The mans breath smelled of alcohol. His grip was hard. Almost black eyes staring deep into his own.

Nothing could stop the insane anger that boiled through Vince's vains. No one. NO ONE was allowed to lay a finger on him. He had to get away. With a balled fist, Vince jerked his arm up and nailed the man right below the jaw.

The force was enough to lift him off the ground. With the man on the floor, Vince looked down at him angrily. Without a sound he knelt beside him and smirked. Unaware that his hand hurt like hell. His voice could be heard within the now silent roo. Vince spoke, his voice heavily accented. "No one ever lays a hand on me. Ever." he growled.

There were few murmers in the room. Some could easily be heard.

"So he can talk!"
"He's strong!"
"Poor guy, something must've happened to him in his past."

And the most common one...

"He's BRITISH!?"

Yes, he was. But that was only his nationality. He only held the voice and the attitude of a brit yet, he did not hold everything else. He was his own person. People only looked at England as the country of snobs. At least, many teenagers in America. Standing, Vince looked at Zoe, bowed his head in an apology and turned away from her.

He walked slowly to the counter, shaking his hand. The woman there gave him an ice pack and Vince sat down at his table. Looking out the window. Quiet. As if nothing had happened.