Red is a 17 year old girl finishing her junior year in high school when she begins a relationship with someone who turns out to be her idol. In this book you will see life through the struggling eyes of a broken teenage girl, who must cope with depr...
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After six hours of taking orders, washing tables, and being catcalled by creepy old men it was time for me to go home and get ready for the club. I finished up my shift, grabbed my purse and skated home. The light in the basement was on, my dad was probably down there drinking until he would puke, so it was safe to go through the front door. I grabbed the key from under the mat and went up to my room, adding some more night time themed makeup and slipping on my burgundy crop top and black mini skirt. I had an hour or so to kill so I plopped down on my bed and scrolled through twitter. Remington Leith dyed his hair... ooh i wonder what color... wait he's not telling us for three days, okay you little fucker be like that.
"Red!"
"Yeah?" I responded.
"I need you to come with me tonight when I meet the boys." Dylan shouted up to my room.
Whenever he wanted to go on a heroine binge without his girlfriend he went with his idiot friends and I had to make sure none of them wandered off a pier or something.
"Can't, I have work tonight!" I shouted back at him, and plugged in my earbuds.
I had a text from V.
V: hey how're you? :)
Me: I'm fine, kinda tired what about you?
V: same, what're you up to?
Me: just listening to falling in reverse while I have some time to kill, wbu?
V: just doing some work
Me: I just got off work, I have like two hours before I have to go back.
V: lunch break?
Me: nah, I work two jobs
V: okay cool...
V: can I call you?
Me: sure :)
My phone buzzed and I picked up immediately.
"Hey"
"Hey Red, sorry I'm just tired of texting and I wanted to hear your voice."
His voice was deepish and raspy as if he'd been talking all day, it was cute.
"I totally get I get thumb cramps if i text too much."
He laughed, "I thought I was the only one with that problem"
"I guess we're two of a kind." I replied.
We talked for what only seemed like minutes but when I looked at the clock on my bedside table it was already 8. Had we really been talking for over 2 hours?
"Shit, V I've got to go,I have work in a half an hour."
"Wait what time is it?"
"8 pm where I am."
"Shit, Red, we've been talking for almost 3 hours it only felt like minutes."
"I know, I guess we have fun talking, can I call you again tomorrow? Same time?"
"I'd love that, until then Red."
"Bye V"
I hung up the phone and jumped up to look at myself in the mirror. I took my hair out of its messy bun and let it fall behind my shoulders. I put on my converse and grabbed my purse and my heels, I would change into them when I got to the club, I was not going to walk half a mile in 6 inch heels. By the time I got to the club it was 8:32, I was late. I ran in through the back door, slipped on my heels and hurried to the bar, wiping it down and getting the glasses put out. Thankfully Juanpa, my boss, wasn't there yet. He came in about 8:50, the club didn't open until 9. By the time people started filing into the room everything was set up and I was already getting beers for the regulars.
"Blue moon." I heard from behind me.
I turned around to see Collin.
"Oh I didn't know that the freak worked here, be a doll and put a lime in it."
"I can get you kicked out of here in a second." I told him through gritted teeth.
"Oh, go ahead," he responded, "I'll beat your face in until it's so repulsive that no one will want to hire you."
I smacked his drink on the bar in front of him, "that's $3.75."
"You wouldn't make an old friend pay would you?" He smirked.
"Not sure what you're talking about, I didn't see an underage football player at the bar and you have no idea that the freak works here. That's $3.75." I said shooting him a sweet smile.
"Fair enough," he said sliding a five dollar bill at me, "keep the changed." He winked at me.
What a pig. Thankfully he didn't come back to the bar for the rest of the night, at 1 am I closed down the bar and waited for Alex, the bouncer, to clear out all the drunks. I thanked him, slipped back into my converse and headed home. Just as I was about to turn on my street a hand was slapped over my mouth and I was dragged backwards into a near by house.
"Mike wants to know what a freak feels like."
Shit. Collin. I shouldn't have gave him cheek at the club. The next thing I know I'm being pushed down a flight of stairs, and I'm kicking at the person who's holding me by my hair. I feel my skirt rip before I'm thrown on the floor and everything goes black.
