Eleven thirty was rolling around and soon enough it was time for me to clock out. Today was busy as normal but strange since I recognized every customer except for the mother and her son.
Distracted with my thoughts I began to wander home, eventually entering into the house. "ALANA, DID YOU GET MY MOONSHINE" my father shouted from his bedroom, and that's when I froze, I completely forgot about my father's moonshine and now I would have to pay the price.
Trying to think quick, I rushed back out the house and began to run to the nearest liquor store, which was two blocks from here, soon to realize that my father was chasing after. "LANA GET BACK HERE" was all I heard until I felt his muscular arms wrapped around me forcing me back into the house.
"Shit" I muttered, and to my surprise he heard me, great I was to be in more trouble. "So we want to have a job and be selfish with our money don't we" he says, as he manages to get me into the house and begins to push me on the floor.
"Don't you think that's all little ungrateful to me huh Alana?" He questions almost as if he doesn't see through himself. "No" I spat, "how about you get your own fucking job and spend YOUR money instead of mine" I said, holding my ground completely oblivious to what was going to happen next.
After a couple of seconds, my father began to chuckle as he knew he was about to enjoy what he was about to do next.
Grabbing my hair, he pulls me to the living room and begins to take off his belt. "I guess I did a bad job raising my daughter" he sighs but prepares to beat me with the leather belt in his hand.
After taking about fifteen blows with his belt to my back and legs, I almost nearly passed out, struggling to rid his grip I managed to try to get my phone to dial 9-1-1. When I felt his hands push me into the wall so hard causing my phone fall out of my hand and making my nose begin to bleed drops of blood.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME ARRESTED?" he shouts, causing me to jump. "Go to your room" he says, and as I struggle to walk up the stairs he begins to stomp on my phone breaking it.
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Walking up to a crusty face, I began to get ready for work, After doing my morning routine I began to head out quietly while grabbing my saved up money.
"It's fine Lana" I mutter, knowing it wasn't fine at all. Working at a cafe you barely make tips and have to deal with shitty personalities all day, but somehow I got lucky making a good amount of eight hundred dollars within two months.
Making my way through the dark streets of New York was crime scene waiting to happen, everyone was always up, "They were fucking right, this is the city that never sleeps" I say, walking down third avenue.
*Boom*
A middle aged looking man shot right in front of me. Struck I began to run the opposite direction moving in zigzags. "It's fucking six thirty in the morning who has time to be killing people right now" I say, while running with everyone who also witnessed the crime.
After a good ten minutes of running to the cafe, I clock in and get ready for the day. "Lana look!" Jordan says from the front getting the tables ready. Walking back into the front, I hear the TV.
"Reporting to you live from the city of Manhattan, A man found dead. Officials say that it was an accidental drive by shooting but witnesses have to say otherwise." The news reporter says.
I continue watching only to listen to what the witnesses had to say.
"Do you really think that this was a fucking drive by shooting, that man was wealthy and caused a lot of shit with the wrong people, WITH THE WRONG NEIGHBORHOOD and for that he was assassinated" the white older woman says, with almost absolutely anger in her tone.
"I literally just witnessed that Jor, I saw him shot with my own eyes and she's definitely right that wasn't just any drive by someone planned it." I said, a little shaken from what I just heard.
"Well good thing there weren't any stray bullets, innocent people don't deserve to die." He says, giving me an upset look because of the memories of his brother who sadly passed away from Manhattans gun crime.
"I know Jor..." I say to him giving him a warm smile in hopes to uplift his feelings.
After a couple of hours went by the door opened with three different tall standing figures. One a tall blonde and two brunettes, and to my surprise one was the same handsome mystery guy from yesterday.
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