When Will It End?

Chapter 1

***The picture above resembles what Robyn looks like***

"Robyn!" my boss yelled from the kitchen as I was clocking out.

He ran up to me as fast as his chunky legs allowed him to. Jeez, look at his wobbling fat ass.

"You were supposed to finish cleaning the kitchen" he huffed.

"What do you mean?" I asked in a high-pitched voice. I know damn well I did my job. I'm not going to be held responsible for other people's work.

"I'm a waitress. That isn't even my job" I said with irritation in my voice. Nothing is ever good enough for him. Hire more people and maybe shit will actually get done around here.

"There's still dishes in the sink. They need to be done" my boss complained.

"Can't Brad take care of it? I'll miss my bus" I begged.

My boss let out a funk filled sigh. Does this guy ever brush his damn teeth? His mouth is begging for some mouth wash.

"Fine" he agreed. "I'm tired of you always making excuses. You'll have extra work tomorrow" He stared at me for a moment before walking off.

I rolled my eyes as I walked through the doors. Great! That's just what I need. More work. As if I weren't busy enough. I don't have any time for myself anymore. Ever since I graduated high school, he's been dumping more and more work on me. What's next, scheduled bathroom breaks?

I made my way to the bus stop and saw the bus quickly approaching.

"Damn it!"

I tried making it to the bus stop before the bus but it sped passed by me.

"Wait!" I yelled out. "Please wait, God damn it!" I yelled, chasing after the bus. I stopped running to catch my breath. I know  damn well his ass saw me. Just my luck! The next one won't come until 40 minutes. Now I'll have to walk through this rundown neighborhood in the dark. God, I hope I don't get robbed.

I began to walk down the dimly lit street. Well my place isn't too far from here, thank God. The walk was very quiet and oddly enough, no one was around. I feel like...like someone is following me. I quickly looked behind me.

"Nothing."

I must be paranoid. I hate walking through this part of town. It's way too sketchy for me. I turned the corner and walked through a very dark block. I instantly felt a chill go down my spine. Intuition is never wrong. I'm not paranoid. I know someone is near me. I turned my head to the left and looked over my shoulder.

I saw a dark figure following a few feet behind me. They're probably not following me. Can't be too safe though. I sped up my pace, hoping we weren't going in the same direction. Suddenly, I felt my body being pinned to a nearby car.

"Help!" I screamed out  as loud as I could before whoever it was covered my mouth.

Dammit! God fucking dammit! I knew I was going to get robbed in this stupid ass neighborhood. Too bad for him, I have no money or nothing on me.

I struggled in his grip, but he was freakishly strong. God damn. He is strong as hell!

"Quit fighting, human!" he yelled as he pressed his body against mine.

Human?

"You're only going to make it worse for yourself. Now be a good girl and hold the fuck still" he spat.

Before I could plan a move, he pressed a thick cloth covered in an unknown liquid over my face. I quickly faded away as I struggled to fight him off.