Normal Til' Now

Chapter 15 ~ The Famous

My car had rammed into a tree. Great. How freakin' great. I'm rich, I can easily buy another one but that was not my problem. I had no phone to call anyone to take me home and for someone to tow my car to the house. I got out of the car and started walking. There has to be someplace open.

I walked and walked until I came upon a bar. I didn't recognize the bar which meant it wasn't that good. I walked up to the bouncer.
"Name." He said.
"Lorenzo Balotelli," I told the guy.

He looked scared. He didn't check his sheet of paper before he let me in. I laughed. Are the dudes scared of me? I'm like half his size. Oh wait, I'm Lorenzo Balotelli, the most dangerous man in Italy. I walked in, and the place looked deserted. The very few people were sitting down minding their own business. I walked up to the bar. "Can I borrow a phone?" I asked. She looked up and gasped. "I...is that L...Lore...Lorenzo Ba...Ba...Balotelli?" She stuttered. She was tan, with long dark brown hair that was tied up in a high ponytail. Her eyes are Hazel. "Yeah, I'm that guy," I answered.

I could tell she was excited to see me which is very strange. Usually, people hate my presence because they're afraid of me. I wondered why she didn't fear me. "Can I get your autograph?" She asked jumping up and down. My eyes widened. Did she want an autograph? Did I look like some celebrity? "I don't give autographs," I replied. Her face saddened. Did she think I would feel bad? I don't feel anything, but anger or hatred. "Now, can I have that phone?" I glared. She looked angry. Angrier than I think I've ever seen a bartender look when attending to me. "You can have the phone if I can get your autograph." She smirked.

Is this girl for real? Does she know who she's messing with? I trailed my eyes over her apron to find a name tag. I saw one and it said, Rachel. "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. I guess you really don't know who I am, do you? I get what I want, I don't give autographs and I make the ultimatums, not you, got it?" I asked. She glared at me. "Do you think I'm scared of you?" She dared ask me. I moved my face towards her until we were inches apart. "I would hope you're scared of me because if you aren't now, I assure you, you will be," I whispered.

She smirked. "I've heard the stories about you" She broke off. "You're supposed to be the scary dude who doesn't care about anyone but himself, but look at you. You're begging for me to give you a phone. You might as well get on ur knees and say please." She laughed. I was irritated by her presence. "Are you going to give me the phone or not?" He rolled his eyes. "That depends, can I have the autograph." She answered. I banged my fist on the table.

I played nice. Now time to play like the devil I am. I took out my gun and fired it in the air. It went through the ceiling so there was now a hole. It must have been raining outside because I could feel droplets fall onto my skin. I got up from the stool and walked around with my gun in my hand. "Does anyone have a phone with them? If you do, hand it over. NOW!" I shouted. Everyone remained quiet. I started laughing. "Fine." Is all I said. I stopped behind a man who looked to be in his fifties. He must have a wife and children, right?

"You have a family to get home to, don't you?" I asked. He stayed quiet. "ANSWER ME!" I roared. He nodded rapidly. I smiled. I walked in front of him. "I think you would like to return to them, would you?" I asked. "y...yeah." He stuttered. I grabbed a stool from the bar and placed it in front of the man. "I need your phone," I said. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and gave it to me. I smiled and walked out of the bar. "I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE YOU SICKO!" Someone shouted. I laughed. The bouncer was no longer there so I just walked back in. "Have fun with that," I said. I walked back outside. It was cold, even though it was only Autumn. Lorenzo unlocked the phone and dialled the only number he remembered.

"Hello?" He answered.
"Hi Mario, this is Lorenzo. You know the boss." I said.
"Where are you?!" He questioned.
"I'm at a bar called "The Famous"
"Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes." He ended the call.

The only thing I was wearing was sweatpants and a t-shirt. I went back inside the bar and handed the phone to the man. "You are a good man who loves his family," I told him. He feared me very much so he just nodded. I looked over at the bartender. "As for you, you are one annoying girl." She glared at me. "Why, because I'm not scared of you?" She asked. "No, because you are a fan of me and just want my autograph." I laughed. I turned to walk out the door when I heard the same man who told me the police were getting here, speak. "The police will show up here in 5 minutes, so you better be gone or else."

I turned back around and walked up to the man. He stood up, and his height stopped at my chest. I laughed. This man thinks he can do something. "Or else what?" I said. He threw a punch at me which I'll admit, hurt badly. I didn't want to fight with a man I could instantly kill, but Mario wasn't here so why not have a little fun. I punched him and started to see blood trickle down his cheek. "Aww, little man's bleeding." I acted sadly. He tried to punch me but I moved to the side. "Ooo, too slow." I laughed. I punched him in the stomach and he groaned. This is very fun. The man was good at throwing punches. The only thing slowing him down was landing the punch. I punched him until he dropped to the floor. I got out my gun and was about to shoot his knee when I heard a car honking. "I hate to cut this short, but my rides here," I told him. I put my gun back in its gun holder and walked out of the bar, for good.

I got into Mario's car and he drove off. We sat in silence. I was so drained from driving my car and hitting it, to fighting that guy. "What..." He trailed off when he saw I was asleep.
"I guess I'll find out later." He sighed.

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Thank you for reading!
Do you like Lorenzo or should he be crueller and mean?

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