Playing with death

Chapter 1

"Lucas!"

Oh doesn't this guy just love me.

 "Milo, left side is your side not mine." I said as I served a beautiful girl with a really shiny necklace which has been catching my eye for the past two minutes.

 "I know Lucas just help me this once, I am trying to get a huge tip here." he said as he gave a young lady with riches on her body her drink and his signature 'sex smirk'. Since it was a wednesday night, not many people were there. I guess I can help. I approached the guy in a sharp black suit with a really sexy lady hanging on his arm. I bet a smoke that this guy is gonna choose Whiskey on rocks.

"Whiskey on rocks."

 Damn right you want that. I looked towards the lady asking "And for the beautiful lady?". I said this line nearly 30 times today. "I would like a Bloody Mary." she said giggling.

 Why don't you just ask for my soul instead? It's the toughest thing on the menu. I refilled his whiskey glass 3 times by the time I finished making the lady's drink. As a final touch to my torture he asked me for a lighter too, which didn't work until like five clicks. I don't know what's troubling my guy but I need a break just as much as he does. I immediately took a 10 minute break as soon as I gave the lady her drink. I lit up my cigarette, after six times of clicking the lighter, inhaling a really good amount. The back side of the bar is really quiet compared to the front. I stared at the moon as I released the smoke, clouding my vision. Tomorrow is Outday, day on which we don't open the bar and just take a break by going out. What do I do? I touched my hair which was in a man bun, taking the rubber band off. My hair fell on my face stopping at my chin. Old man is gonna nag me at how long this is. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Speak of the devil. There's only one person who will text me. With half cigarette still in my mouth. I checked my phone.
'Dinner?'.
I am not hungry and even if I am I don't want to eat dinner with my boss. I took the cigarette and threw it on the road as I typed the only excuse I have
'I am really tired'
hoping he will let me off.
'I made two servings'
Eat it twice then. He will blackmail me by saying that he will reduce my pay if I deny.

'Coming'

What else can I say, he doesn't exactly give me a option. The last time I said no we ended up eating in my very cramped room as he spoke about his cheating ex-wife for five hours.

I went up to the second floor where he stays as soon as my shift got over. I knocked twice and entered when a deep voice said come in. He looked up from some papers he was checking and gave me a satisfied smile. "Lucas, you just saved food from being wasted." he said as he got up and walked towards the dining table. "Well, I am a good person, right?" I said as I sat at the table in front of him and flipped my plate. "I made your favourite." he said as he served me red pasta. It was not my favourite. But i didn't say anything cause I know he made it for me. "How's work?" he asked as if he doesn't stare at us from the cctvs. "You know, usual." I said as I pushed an olive with my fork to the side. I told him not to put these. "Eat them. You are going to taint my brother's name." he said glancing at my plate. "I never asked you to name me that, Carlos". Silence. I wonder how a person who chats all the time can go silent over time. These dinners were not often. He invites me if and only if he remembers her. I glanced at the photo frame hung on the wall. Long hair, pretty face, slim legs, eyes...his eyes, stared at me as I looked at her. Sixteen is young. Forty-five is young too.
Stop it.
You are just gonna cry again.

I left after finishing my food. I laid on the bed as I stared at the ceiling and thinking. Carlos never told me how his daughter died except that she died with gun shot. Bet guys lined up to ask her out. How long will it take for me to grow my hair that long? Dad said I look pretty with long hair... I have to change. But my body felt really heavy and my eyes stinged. I can't seem to forget even after five years. I wonder why. I released a small shaky breath as i remembered my dad. I wish I had alzheimer's or memory loss. I closed my eyes with coldness surrounding my body.

Thursday passed by like every Thursday. Me just laying on the bed with the radio on playing some Italian songs. Others who work here usually go out, do some shopping, catch a movie, meet their friends, girlfriends, family. I prefer to stay in and not do anything. Friday morning I got ready for work. I checked if my lighter was working only to find out that the liquid was over. I should have gone out yesterday. God. I entered the bar to already find nearly 15 people. Can this day get any worse? I immediately moved to the counter and started making drinks. It was hectic. Fridays are worst. We should get more staff.

I bumped into a strange lady while i was comig back from my smoke break. "Come on baby, I know you want me." a man said as he followed her. It was easy to analyze the situation. "Sir, I would like you to step away." i said as the strange lady hid behind me. The reason why I am calling her strange is cause she looks like she just caught her boyfriend cheating on her and she is wearing office clothes, which is not normal on a friday evening over here. "Boy step aside if you don't wanna get beaten up." he said as he looked at me like i am a weakling. I got beaten up multiple times in the past five years. I got beaten for staring at a man or his gun or his tattoos or his chick. So I could say this guy, physically, can't beat me. "Look at you staring at me with those arrogant eyes."

 Sick bastard can't even see straight.

 "Sir, if you continue causing nuisance we are gonna have to kick you out of the bar". ok nice and calm. "What did you say you son of bitch?!" ok not nice and not calm. "She seduced me first! that whore!" okaay crossed the line there. I grabbed the nearest tray and slammed it into his head. The lady behind me gasped as the guy fell to his knees then face planted himself. Rick, our bouncer, will take care of him. "Thanks alot." she said making me turn and face her. I didn't exactly mean to help her. But if it makes her feel better then it's okay. "I hope you can see yourself out" i said taking my leave and walking towards the bar counter. I feel like my day just keeps on getting worse.

It's 11:25 p.m., so why are people still coming? My shift is going to end in five minutes. Can't these people come after five minutes? As Rio, Milo and Checkers got the counter, i am serving people their drinks. 11:27 p.m., ok just three more minutes. "Excuse me" a very deep voice covered in the thick Italian accent called for me. Chills ran down my spine cause of how deep that voice was. I looked over to see a group of men, sitting at the conner table. The one table any server always avoids in this bar. "Yes, sir. How can I help you?" I couldn't exactly see his face cause of the lighting but for some reason I knew, with every cell in my body, that he is gonna look as intimidating as he sounds."Is there any guy named Lucas here?"

 Oh fuck me. What the hell did i do? The guy I tray slammed didn't look like he had friends.

 The strange lady?

 I don't know 

I don't know

 The one thing I know is if i lie saying it's not me I will only make things worse. Might as well put my head in the lion's mouth than a dianosaur's. " If this Lucas does not have a middle name or last name...then it's me." Everything happened so fast. Couple of people behind me grabbing my hands, closing my mouth with cloth. I started to lose consciousness and the felt rough ropes being tied to my hands behind my back. Just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse.

It hurts. Everywhere. As they keep kicking me without stopping. Who are these people? I don't remember pissing off anyone. Kick to my stomach. Another one. They have been doing this for quite a while. Then it stopped. Everything. Silence. Nothing could be heard except the sound of me grunting as pain travelled all over my body. " Take off the cloth" . That voice. I could feel
someone grab my hair harshly through the black bag. He opened the bag only till my mouth and removed the cloth stuffed in my mouth. I gasped of air like i didn't breath for years. "Who the fuck are you people? why the fuck are you guys doing this to me?" don't expect manners from me when you guys just almost beat me to death. "Five years ago..." i froze. What? 

That voice again. " I see that you remember." I don't know what expression the lower half of my face is making but it's definitely not good. "I will cut to the chase then. Where is the phone you stole?"

I beg your motherfucking pardon.