Lauren Coldwell is an aspiring Psychologist with a dark past she can't seem to shake off .
Axel Deluca, also known as Spider , is the leader of one of the biggest criminal enterprises in the world and will soon come to realize that his kingdom is u...
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Brisk air chills through me, the familiar musky breeze of Manhattan kisses my bare legs as I move through the night. I don't know who told me to wear a skirt today but the lingering stares of perverted drunk men made me regret it. I sucked my teeth ignoring their catcalls, fucking weirdos. My phone read 10:12 PM, I just finished my shift at Château de Ris, a wannabe 5-star restaurant in Hell's Kitchen.
This job Is temporary, it's not exactly one of my choice but adulting is expensive and until I finish my last degree and pay off my loans, I must bite the bullet and do what it takes to survive the jungle. So far I've been a part-time waitress for over a year, man oh man do they drain me. My manager is the biggest pain in my ass, he's a complete asshole and the customers are snobby rich people who've never heard of fucking manners.
*Breathe in* *Breathe out*
This sentiment keeps me from reverting to my old ways.
I love psychology. I feel drawn to it the way fish need water or humans need air, I need to understand. The complexity of the human brain is an enigma. What makes a person tick, what made them the way they are, what fuels their goals, morals, and overall outlook on life?
Nature? Nurture? Trauma/Experience? The cause of humanity is undefined.
I can't read minds although I wish I could, i'll never know what goes on under that thin layer of skin but man does my mind wonder. I find myself in observation more times than not, even in oppourtune moments where i'm supposed to react my brain is more focused on understanding their side. They could be happy, angry, genuine, sneaky, judgemental or downright assholes -doesnt matter I'll anaylze it regardless.
Loud sirens behind me blare through my eardrums as I descended the steps of the hot subway.
A Train - 3 minutes away
Not bad, a few people wait on the platform avoiding the nose-burning smell of homeless men on the floor. Typical. In boredom, the tracks caught my attention compelling me to stand hyperfocusing on the thick layer of dust over the intricate pattern. Moments later my eyes detect movement. Is that - is that a? Nah that's crazy...
A rat the size of an adult cat scurries over the dust holding a half-eaten slice of pizza in his mouth. Rats are common in New York, pretty much neck and neck with the human population yet I wondered where he was off too.
He must have a family to feed.
My heart pangs as I remember my parents. I miss them - no Lauren, you will not think about this right now.
