Bad Luck

Chapter One

"Hello! Welcome to Robbie's Cafe, we'd appreciate if you'd take off your mask." I say to a tall man as he walks into the cafe that I work at. He gives me a smug look.
"It's for safety reasons." I smile, the man rolls his eyes before he reaches up to his face, grabbing the elastic from his ear and halfway taking the mask off, I gasp. He has scars all over his face. Ugly, terribly terrifying scars. As there are children in the cafe, I looked at the man and whispered,

"It's fine, do what you're comfortable with."
"How can I help you today?" I ask. He reaches for something in his pocket. He pulls out his phone before getting on it.
I look behind me to my coworker as she's making a coffee. As I turn my head back, I start to say something.
"Listen,-" I get cut off by his phone in front of my face.

' plain black coffee, medium '

"Ok, is that it, sir?" I ask, a shiver runs down my spine.

He nods, slowly and eerily.

"Alright, can I get a name for your order?" I look up at the tall mysterious man. He shakes his head, turning it to the left.
"I'll be back with your order." I say, worried whilst trying not to show it. I rush over to the coffee machine, grabbing a medium cup and filling it with plain black coffee. I grab a lid and put it on the cup, rushing over to the cash register where I go the anonymous order.
"One medium black coffee for- uh..." the man walk up to the register, handing me a two dollar bill and walking off.
"Sir, your change!" I yell, the man walking out the door and down the sidewalk, as I can see him through the tall windows.

I walk around the employee counter and over to the front door. I flip the open sign to 'Sorry! We're closed, come back later!'. I walk back around the counter and into the back of the building. I grab my stuff as I hear one of the employees leave out the front door.
I throw tote bag over my shoulder, looking at my smartwatch, checking the time. ' 10:57 '. I head to the front door whilst digging out my keys, as I'm one of the managers at the cafe. I lift my keys out of my bag, walking slightly out the door. I turn around to lock it when I hear a loud crash behind me. I turn around, violently. I look around, my breathing wobbly and heavy. As I look around, I find nothing. I turn around nervously, quickly locking the door.

I start walking down the dark street, lit by dim street lights as they've been there my whole life.

Here's a little backstory on me. I have lived in Likensville my whole life. I was born about an hour away, in Bargersburg at their hospital. My father ran away after finding out my mother was pregnant with me, she was seventeen. My younger brother was born eight years after me, his name is Vincent. My mother started drinking when her fiancé moved away due to a job opportunity, this happened seven years ago, a year after Vincent was born. My mother has been an alcoholic since then. She doesn't really take care of any of us, barely even herself.

As I see my car in the distance, I hear heavy footsteps slamming on the concrete sidewalk behind me. I turn my head slightly to see the tall eerily man from earlier at the cafe. I turn my head back and start walking a bit quicker. I start violently digging for my keys in my bag. I quickly pull them out of my bag and rapidly hit the unlock button repeatedly. I run up to my car and get in, looking in my backseat.
I sigh in relief, putting the keys in the ignition and starting the car.

I pull my car in front of my house, in which I share with Vincent and my mother. I put my car in park and take the keys out of the ignition. I grab my tote bag out of the passenger seat and throw it over my shoulder. I get out of the car and shut the car door. I hit the lock button on my keys, which I usually don't do because we live in a decent part of town where nothing really happens. Nothing really happens in our town in general.

I walk up to the front door, putting my house key into the keyhole. I turn the key and walk inside my house, shutting and locking the door behind me. As I walk through the house I find my mother passed out on the couch and Vincent asleep in his bed. I walk down the hallway and up the stairs. I get to the top of the staircase and open the door, going into my bedroom. I throw my bag down on the ground by my nightstand and walk over to my dresser. I quickly change into a pair of plaid pajama pants and a grey t-shirt.
I walk over to my bed, plopping down and slowly falling asleep.