The Enemy

Chapter Eight

~Samora~

It's been a week since I finished that job with Alex and it's been on my mind non stop. I've only ever been this bothered by a job once, and it was my first. I just can't seem to get this one out of my mind. Something about it was too easy but not simple and it's bothering me. I'm probably just thinking too much into it though.

"Earth to Rosie" Carter yelled over the music. She's clearly been trying to get my attention for a while now. We're supposed to be partying because we haven't been hanging out as much as we used too but it's really hard to do that when she's chosen to come to the club that I work at. I don't know it feels weird to party where you work. In all honesty I've been thinking about quitting. I don't even need the job it just gives me something to do I guess.

"Why do you always call me that, it's annoying" I'm not sure when she started calling me 'Rosie' but it's been getting on my nerves. I mean I guess friends are supposed to give each other nicknames and shit and I probably should try to be a better friend but I just can't get down with the stupid unnecessary concepts that come with friendship. Maybe it because I'm not used to it or maybe it's the way that I'm wired. I've long since gave up on thinking I'll ever be normal and I've embraced the idea that I'll be alone for the rest of my life. That use to bother me a lot but I'm over it now. I don't want to subject someone to my way of life and I don't want to lie about it either. And I'm not stupid enough to think I'll ever get out so I've simply just accepted that this is what my life is going to be. However I do think I can at least try to have a friend I don't want to completely be alone that's just depressing as hell. So no matter how annoying the concept of friendship is to me I do try with Carter.

"I'm not sure I feel like it's because of your cheeks you have like a really natural blush" I hate trying to have a conversation in a club. It's like no matter how loud you yell you will never be able to hear. I just pulled a face at her and made my way over to the bar for a drink. I figure since I'm supposed to be having fun I might as well actually have fun. I most definitely deserve to just let loose and just be a person for once in my life. I've never been drunk, I've never even had sex before. I mean not that I actually want to have sex it's just the principle. I've kissed alot of guys, mostly because of my job. Sometimes I have to go that extra mile just to get someone comfortable enough to do what needs to be done but I've never actually kissed someone because I wanted too let alone had sex with someone. I guess I'll maybe one day just say fuck it and get it over with. I don't believe in the whole wanting it to be special bullshit I'm definitely too old and not gullible enough to be wishing and hoping for anything that superficial. But I do want to try it.

"Give me something strong" I shouted at the new girl. Yes I for sure forgot her name. I'm actually just going to let loose and forget about my father and the impending deathly vibes  I've been feeling lately. It's been a feeling I've had since I killed Alex, everyday that goes by it gets stronger and I'm honestly getting tired of thinking about it. Honestly I'm tired of thinking about alot of shit.  "Make it three" I think I just need to forget about everything tonight.

"It's your day off right?" I looked up to see my boss staring down at me. The man is unnaturally tall and entirely too close. I didn't say anything and just opted to take my shot. I pulled a face and nodded my head at him. He smirked at me and wiped the side of my mouth with his handkerchief. I blinked at him and took the next shot. "Is there something you're trying to forget about?" He laughed at me after I pulled yet another sour face. I'm really not used to drinking and I should probably drink some water soon because I feel like I could possibly be a light weight. I'm not sure what it is about this man that gives me goosebumps but I don't like it. I looked at him for a second before responding.

"What makes you think I'm trying to forget something?" I say to him slowly before taking my third shot. I'm just going to keep it at just those three. I mean I want to actually let loose and have fun like everybody else seems to be but I know I can't. You just never know what's going to happen. "You don't strike me as a person who drinks. You're not used to the taste and you damn sure didn't expect for it to burn so I'm just assuming you've had a bad day and you want to forget it ever happened" he gave me a napkin and gestured for my chin. I didn't take it I just wiped it off with the back of my hand. I cocked my head to side a little bit and looked at him. I don't think I'm comfortable with him observing me the way he is.