Ezekiel

Monster

It wasn't just me who was just being flirted with by the men that came in. I was hired to work in a gym. I really hated that I had to wear something unseemly while working. Through my hours I always went looking behind me because I felt like I was being stared at from somewhere in the room. Half laughing at myself because for some reason it was always just me. Thinking that I was going to be caught by surprise.

Three men walked into the gym while the closing hour was drawing near. I was desperate to get the hell out. I felt unsafe. While working through the rest of my shift until the hour ended. That feeling of dread dawned on me. The men who walked in an hour or so earlier had not even touched a thing in the gym. That was annoying if I were to be brutally honest. All they did was gawk at me from where they were for the past hour in a half. I rolled my eyes, turning to confront them. "It's closing hour boys, better hurry and scoot on out of here." I said to them and they just laughed at me, as if they had other plans in mind. "Dontcha want to have some fun first?" One of the men had questioned. Of course, I expected this.

Turning to get the three out so I could close up. One of them thought it would be funny to try and grab me, causing a sound of distress to come from me. "I don't think so, mister! Out. Now." I demanded and he got angry. He was red in the face, probably a drunk looking to get his dick wet. Obviously, I was right. The next thing I knew, I had gotten swung at. Being grabbed by the two other guys by my arms, getting beat up. Coughing abruptly. "You will do as I say." He tugged my head back by my ponytail. I just looked at him and spit; "I refuse." and while I was getting a beat down, you are probably thinking of why was this happening?

I'll tell you why. I wasn't going to be someone's pawn because they wanted me to. I was fighting back in my own way, but in the end. I still ended up getting hurt. After they got done, they dropped me onto the floor and left the gym. Everything was caught on camera, yet no one came to help. I was used to this. Heavily breathing, wiping my nose with my wrist. Men, they were good for only one thing. Violence. Elsewhere in my mind I am thinking that no one deserves this. But it was my dad who thought I should work here because he owns this place.

I finally closed up shop and went into the bathroom to check my face. When I looked into the mirror, I looked like I got into one of those boxing matches like they show on tv. I was falling rock bottom. That's what it felt like. But I didn't know that rock bottom even had a basement. I managed to clean up as best as I could. Placing concealer on my face, because god only knew that it was the best thing to hide from imperfections. I was doing this even though I knew what was going to happen when I returned home. When I finally finished, it was only ten minutes into the next hour.

I had taken a cab. Hearing the driver stop the car in front of the only mansion I ever dreaded going back into. Kale, the guard beeped me in as the gate slowly opened to the side. I watched the guard as he nodded at me as if to say that I was welcomed home. But it didn't feel so welcoming to me. I was only eighteen. Life isn't everything I have ever wished it to be. I go to school, have classes, and talk with friends. But deep down it was the best place I could go just to get away from what I have to deal with at home. It was my escape into the world of books and relaxation. If you consider school just as that. For many it was seven hours of hell. Unless it was more than seven.

"Hey, hey, Kayla is home!" Spoke my older brother, Haze, as he pulled me into a bear hug. I was the only daughter of the Elsher Mafia. Seeing that it was great to come home to my brothers whenever I have had a rough day at work. What was weird was, I hated work. But I so loved going to school. Most teenagers would hate it. Not me. I was often found by my younger brother, Dylan, in our father's study where he keeps all the books he allows us to read. "Hey, Haze." I say, briefly. Haze stopped himself before he got carried away. Moving himself from the hug, as he paused. A frown covering his smile. Scanning my face. "Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded, "Couldn't be better." although it was a lie. On the weekends is where I worked at our father's gym. So I didn't need to worry about not being in school when it came to the weekdays. "Kayla. You know you can tell me anything." He mentions. I rolled my eyes and pushed him playfully away from me. "I already told you. I couldn't be better." I repeated, going up the stairs. I wanted to look back but if I did he would be doing that usual glance he always uses.