The Streets

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See, I recall being afraid of the darkAnd holding on to teddy bearsI'd wrap myself in blankets just to cover me from fearsThat was then and now I'm here

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See, I recall being afraid of the dark
And holding on to teddy bears
I'd wrap myself in blankets just to cover me from fears
That was then and now I'm here

See, I recall being afraid of the darkAnd holding on to teddy bearsI'd wrap myself in blankets just to cover me from fearsThat was then and now I'm here

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--Olive pov--

I sit on the bus stop writing in my journal. I have been away from home for 6 weeks now. I have some money, but not much. I ran away because my brother, the guy who is supposed to protect me, abused me after my father died. He thinks he's the man of the house now so he decided to take my dad's role with everything. My mom's dead too, so she can't save me.

I sigh and get up from the bus stop, I don't have money to waste it on the bus. I look around me, a woman in her late 50's smiles at me. I smile back weakly. "You okay dear?"

"Uh- yeah," I lie. I scury away and walk down an ally. I hear yelling and screaming, but I ignore it. It's New York so who actually cares.

I have my backpack and that's it. Anything that could fit in there is all I have. I sigh as I can smell myself. I don't have time to get to the gym and shower. I have a gym member ship, forced by my father of course. He use to say I needed to be as skinny as possible to be beautiful. I cringe at the thought of my father. I continue to walk and I find somewhere to eat.

I walk in and look around, almost every bottle and table is full. I sigh and a lady smiles, "Evening, would you like a table?"

"Oh uh- yes please,"

"Is it okay if you sit outside?"

"Yeah that's fine."

People stare at me as we walk through the restaurant. I have 50 dollars on me, so maybe one meal won't hurt. I haven't eaten in days. I get a table and sit down, she hands me a menu and I thank her. I look through it and order a burger, the cheapest thing on there.

Another lady brings the food to me and I thank her too. I take a bite and hum as the burger touches my tounge. I haven't had food this good in forever. My brother starved me before I ran away. He did it a lot for some reason.

I finish my food fairly quickly and I pay the 5 dollars. The lady smiles and walks away. I sit there for a couple minutes more just enjoying the place. I finally get up and I don't look where I'm going thinking no one is going to be in the way. I run into a man, "I'm so sorry!"

"Maybe you should watch where the fuck your going yeah?" He grunts in anger.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I say as I flinch thinking he's going to hit me and when he doesn't I stand awkwardly staring at the ground.

"Whatever, get out of my face!" He says softer than before.

I basically run away and I look back. When I look he's already gone. Letting out a sigh I start walking again.

--Ace pov--

I seen the girl walking down the ally. I shush the guy I'm about to shoot, waiting for her to leave. I don't need a witness to this shit. Not a little girl for sure. She looks around my age maybe, but she's very petite. Her hair looks very thin, I furrow my brow as I see her clothes and she's carrying a bag. Is she homeless?

I shake my head, kicking the thoughts out and I look to see that she's actually gone. I put my gun to the man's head and ask, "you gonna tell where the fuck it's at? Huh?" I yell at the man getting spit on his face.

He shakes his head frantically, "I don't know nothing man!" He yells out in pain as I smack him with the end of my gun. His head bleeds and I smile putting the gun to his head again. I pull the trigger and laugh as his body drops off of the chair.

I have my men get the body and I walk away. I hop into my car and change my shirt, wiping the blood off my face with the old shirt. I take a deep breath and drive to the nearest restaurant, not caring what restaurant it actually is. I park on the curb and get out walking inside.

A lady I've never seen before smiles at me, "hello sir. Is it okay if your seated outside?"

"Yeah. That's fine!" I say looking around at everyone.

She walks us over and I stop as my phone rings, "give me a second!" I say picking up the phone.

As I answer the phone a girl runs into me. She apologizes and I yell at her. She flinched as if I'm going to hit her and I furrow my brow. Why did she do that?

I sigh and tell her to get out of my face. I try not to yell as she nods frantically and almost runs out of the restaurant. I roll my eyes and hang up the phone, no point in answering the call now. The lady brings me to an empty table and I smile as I thank her. She walks away and I stare at my phone trying to think.

The girl I seen earlier is the same girl who just ran into me. I try to make sense of it and I can't. I get frustrated and a waitress comes over. I order and eat before leaving.

I get back to my mansion and I go straight to my office. I sit down and fill out papers and sign my name on things that won't matter a couple years from now.

The door to my office opens and I scowl as the man walks in. "What the fuck do you want?" I yell angrily. Everyone knows to knock before coming in.

"Sir I'm sorry! It just about the girl you seen!"

What?

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