His Possession

Chapter One:

A/N: Hope you all enjoy the first chapter! It's not the most interesting but we have to start somewhere! I promise it'll get more interesting and things will build up! I have many ideas! Anyways, vote and comment! I'd love to hear your guys' suggestions and feedback! I love it! P.S- every time you see brackets () it's the translated sentence or word that's written in Italian.

"Emily, I need you up here right now!" Ricky's voice boomed through the hot and crammed kitchen. I quickly excused myself from the customer I was talking to and rushed back to the kitchen. I placed down the coffee pot that I was balancing in my hand on the counter top and shoved my pen and notepad back into my apron. "Emily how many times do I need to tell you, stop talking so goddamn much. You're not getting paid to socialize." Ricky said firmly as he continued to fry up some burgers on the stove.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him.

"I was taking their orders. How the hell am I supposed to do that without talking to them?" I tried to keep my voice down so I wouldn't alert the customers who were just trying to enjoy their meals. "Do you want me to use my mind reading skills and not say a word to them?" I shot back, sending him a roll of my eyes.

Ricky turned around from the grill and glared at me. His big beady eyes sent knives flying towards me with just a look. It used to scare me, but now I could care less. I've known Ricky for too long now and know that he wouldn't ever hurt me. The only problem that I had with him was that he was a real hard ass during my shifts.

"Don't give me attitude just go do your job and stop fucking around. This isn't a social event." He shot back and turned over a burger, it landed with a hiss and I saw the steam rise up from the dirty grill top.

I was about to answer but I decided to save my breath, it wasn't going to get me anywhere by arguing. I rolled my eyes and walked off. I walked back out to the dining area without another peep. I felt my lower back start to ache and my legs hurt, I felt like I was walking on needles. I was used to the long shifts, but this one felt incredibly long. I had also worked the previous day, and worked again for the next couple of days.

"Hey! Emily!" I heard a voice call out.

I turned to see Amanda and Jake sitting down on the bar stools and leaned up against the counter. Amanda rested her head lazily on her palms, while Jake had his thick arms crossed together.

I walked over and grabbed my pen and notepad from the counter and smiled warmly at them.

Jake looked up and gave me a warm smile, so did Amanda. "So, facing another verbal abuse session from Mr. Greaseball? Because it sure looks like it..." Amanda trailed off as she poked her head around to look into the kitchen.

I sighed heavily and grabbed some coffee cups from under the counter, acting as if I was actually serving customers and not chatting away.

"He really isn't that bad, he's just a little irritable." I shrugged it off, pouring two steaming cups of coffee into the shiny white mugs. "He actually cares about me, I promise." I justified softly, sipping at the black coffee in my cup.

Amanda rolled her eyes and sipped at her cup, "He's probably just like that because no one wants to come into this shit hole anymore."

My eyes widened and I stifled a small snort. I had known them during my long time working at this place. We all began talking and grew a very close friendship.

I sighed and rested my palms on the counter in exhaustion. I really didn't need to be fired from this job, I couldn't afford it.

I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by Jake finally speaking up, "I don't get why you even work here? He treats you like shit and I know you could do so much better Em." Jake's eyes were wide with sadness, I could see the look of disapproval written all over his well-structured face.