Tommy
A few days ago"Tomas!!" My mother shouted. "Get up!"
My body shook awake. Like a hurricane hitting and waves crashing memory after memory flooded my brain.
The man in the ground, his hands raised in defeat, begging for his life...
The long legged man...Lin...who shot the gun...
And the scary one...Wu...blood stained shoes...a sinister aura...creepy and weird...
"Tomas!" My mother shouted again.
"Jesus, Lynn! I'm coming!" I shouted as my mind came back to reality.
"Lords name!" My father wheeled by, smirking at the conversation. He found it funny when my mom yelled at me and I responded back with her name, Lynn.
She hated her own name as much as I hated mine.
Tomas.
Who the fuck picks Tomas?
It's common.
It's old.
It's gross.
It's even spelt the Spanish way to make it unique...yippie we live in California, it's not unique.
Most took to calling me Tommy from a young age...all but my mom. She always insisted my name was Tomas, not Tommy.
I guess her grandfather's name was Thomas or something.
Who knows?
I moved on autopilot, grabbing old jeans and an old shirt and slipping them on my body in minutes. I ran my fingers quickly through my messy hair, informing the small knots in it as my eyes glided around.
My shoes from the previous night sat on the floor, in the light of day, the small red specks caught my eyes.
I shook.
It was blood, that man's blood, it had spattered on my shoes.
"Tomas Jose Sousa! If you don't move your ass!" Her voice broke from its height.
"I'm coming damnit!" I shouted, grabbing the shoes, ignoring the blood as I ran out of my room.
"Do you wanna explain this?" She pointed to the TV.
There was a picture of my work on the screen, with the running title of
BODY FOUND AT KNOT'S GAS STATION.MAN KILLED.
"Oh," I sighed, trying not to make a scene.
A part of me told me to keep my mouth shut and zipped.
"Well?" She shrugged at me.
" I don't know." I shrugged back. "I went home early last night, wasn't feeling good." I didn't look at her as I tied my shoes and lied through my teeth.
"What do you mean you left early?!" She shouted suddenly. "Didn't you leave anyone there?!"
"Uh no? I just closed up early. No one has been there for hours so I just closed early. Lucky doesn't care." I rolled my eyes.
"Huh, some boss that Lucky is." She waltzed off.
She never liked Lucky Chu; he was a decent older man, his parents had come after some war and they owned a lot. Knot's Gas Station was the first place he owned and even though he made more money else, he kept it open, mostly just for the day time crowd.
She just didn't like how little he was around.
He tended to leave things to the small staff he kept there, including me (evening/ night part timer),Mr. Craig (day/evening part timer), Lottie (day girl 1), John (day boy 1), Miranda (manager), and Shawn (night man).

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RomanceTomas "Tommy" Sousa didn't think anything of his life. He thought he was normal...or at least as normal as can be for a kid in a poor family. He was the youngest, his parents pride and joy...their longed for son. Tommy always knew he wasn't like o...