Save Me

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Flipping to a new page on her pad she took out her pen. "What can I get you gentlemen?"

One of the young men looked up at her and said, "Your phone number." The three guys he was with laughed as she rolled her eyes. She held her tongue as she looked at the three young men who were clearly still in college.

They must have looked at the pink in her hair and thought she was younger than her 26 years. Felicity had dyed her hair when she moved to Ivy Town and changed her name. Having finally escaped her husband she wanted to make it hard for someone to find her and so changing her looks had been an easy remedy and going by Megan had been another.

"Why don't I come back when you guys have decided on your order." She walked back over to the counter and checked on the previous tables order as Lyla approached her. She had clicked with Lyla the moment she met her. Lyla and her husband John, who was the cook, owned the diner and they had been the first friends that Felicity had made when she moved to Ivy Town. Letting people get to know her had been hard at first. In fact, trusting anyone had been hard for her, particularly a man. However, the last two months of working with Lyla and John had shown her just how genuine they were, and she had started to regard them as good, even dare she say close friends.

"Want me to take the frat boy table?" Lyla nodded toward the table of four as they joked around being a little boisterous.

"No, I can handle them."

"Order's up Megan." Felicity heard John's voice behind her and she turned with smile as she gathered the order for her other table. She gave the father and daughter their order and then approached the table of four again.

"So, you guys decide on anything?"

They each gave her their order and an appreciative glance each one admiring what they saw. She sighed and walked back over to the window to place their order.

"I don't know why my feet are killing me today." She looked at Lyla as she shifted from foot to foot.

"Did you buy those shoes I told you about?"

Felicity shook her head. She was still trying to keep a low profile and placing an order online was still too risky.

Lyla gave her a sympathetic look, "Still worried about David tracking you."

"I know that is crazy, but I just don't want to do anything that will leave a footprint right now."

Lyla patted her hand and looked at her friend with compassion. Felicity had opened to her and John just a few days before when they had invited her over for dinner. She had a little too much to drink and the story had spilled from her lips like a tidal wave. She revealed how she met David while going to school in Boston. He had just been starting his business and they had fallen in love quickly. Felicity went on to tell them how they had married right after her graduation and things had gone great for the first month. However, as David's business quickly took off, things changed. He changed. He became controlling and abusive often not letting Felicity leave the house. It had taken her a year and him almost putting her in the hospital for her to get up the courage to leave him. Her story had stunned them both and Lyla and John had sworn at that moment to do everything they could to help keep Felicity safe.

"I'll order them. Just give me your size."

Felicity gave her a grateful smile and then picked up the coffee to do some refills. Her shift was almost over, and she could not wait to get home, soak her feet and eat take out from the little Thai place that had just opened down the street.

Two hours later that was exactly what she was doing. She had stopped and purchased her dinner with cash before walking to her one bedroom apartment that she had rented above a local dress shop and as she took off her shoes and changed into her pajamas she thought back to her husband, the man she was running from. She walked to her door, typing her code into the security system that she had created and installed. It was state of the art, and she was proud to say it gave her piece of mind. It could recognize regulars that came to her door, such as Lyla and John on a molecular level and would announce to her their arrival before they even knocked on the door. She hoped to one day improve it and then offer it to the public but for now it was her safety net.