I was walking on the dark street, not really going anywhere. Then I saw this guy with his iPhone, which I wanted so desperately. My eyes lighted up and a smirk appeared on my lip.
I planned on how to steal the phone, walked close to the dude, snatched the phone, and running off sounded heavenly!
I did as planned with no success, I successfully snatched the phone but I tripped and fell.
"Shit!" I yelled, grabbing my hurt foot. The huge guy towered over me.
"You fucking tried to steal my phone?! Son of a bitch!" He yelled while kicking me.
"Fuck you! Bastard!" I yelled back in pain receiving a hard blow on my chest and screamed after hearing a crack sound! Guess my rib was broken.
"I'm gonna kill you, stupid brat, you are such a criminal!" He punctuated all his words with a blow.
"STOP!" Someone yelled and the blows ceased, I had difficulties in breathing, I was bleeding from my nostrils and lips.
"Stay away from this, it is my business!" The guy roared, delivering a sharp painful kick to my stomach.
"What did 'e do?"
"THIS SON OF A BITCH, TRY TO STEAL MY PHONE AND HE CRACKED IT!"
"Let 'im go, I'll pay for the phone!" The person said.
"5,000$!"
"Deal!" I heard someone roughly grabbing the money.
"You are a lucky thief! I would have broken your bones!" He sneered.
I stuck my middle finger up and he kicked me before leaving. I tried standing but couldn't, I rolled on my back sitting up while holding my side and wiping my bloody nose with my sleeve.
"Hey kid," a familiar guy in white crouched down to me.
"I owe you nothing! Leave me alone!" I sneered and moved away.
"Wow calmos, kiddo, you're hurt I just wanna treat you," the guy said, another guy in black walked to us and I immediately recognized him.
"You," he looked surprised.
"Oh, I see you didn't die, lucky you," I groaned.
"What is 'e talking 'bout?" The guy in white asked. Before anyone could speak, I forced myself on my wobbling feet, still holding my side.
"I. Wanna. Go!" I gasp out of breath, my vision went blurry, I fell back to the cold concrete ground, I heard muffling voices, I tried to move but my body was too weak like I'd lose control of my limbs, I managed to hear, "take 'Im," before passing out.
I fluttered my eyes open and groaned at the bright light that was dazzling me. I brought my hand up to shield my sensitive eyes and regretted it. The second I lifted my hands, a sharp pain was sent to my chest causing me to moan.
I immediately recall all that happened, tried to steal, and got beaten up. I sigh at the thought before sitting up, bearing the unbearable pain on my side. I stood on my feet and sat back, the room was spinning and sweats broke on my forehead, I rubbed my hands on my face trying to get rid of that feeling.
"He is awake, boss,'' the man in black said from the doorway. To me, it sounded like he was yelling.
"Shut your fucking trap!" I groan while grabbing my head. The bed sank a little, and a hand was placed on my shoulder which I shrugged off.
"What do ya want?" I finally released my head staring eyes to eye at the old man in white.
"I want you to work for me," he said or whispered?
"No fucking way in hell!" I fought to my feet, "I'm not a slave!" I yelled.
"Hey! Seat child!" The guy in black growled.
"I'm not a fucking child! Asshole!" I yelled in fury mindless of the pain I was feeling. The guy stomped toward me with a glare. I shot him a fierce glare too.
"Wo, wo, calmos amigos!" The guy in white stepped in between us.
"Shit!" I cursed, walking to the nightstand and grabbing my hoodie.
"What 're you doing?"
"I'm go-ing!" I blurted out.
"No, wait, I got an offar for ya," he said, I almost mock his Mexican accent, offer not offer.
"Has to do with money? Then I am in," I said while zipping my hood.
"Yeh, work for me, and i'le give ya maney," his eyes sparkled with obsession.
"Uh, and what job?" I raised a brow while crossing my hands.
"Mike told me, that ya predict the future, so you can walk as an..."
"Oracle?" I chuckled.
"No, he is trying to say you've got the power of déjà-vu, is a sort of vision that occurs in most people, they see what's gonna happen before it happens, and you're one of those, so you can tell us what is gonna happen and earn your money, at least you don't have to sleep on the street," the guy in black said.
"Dunno, I don't control it, it just comes like that," I said.
"We're good with that," the guy replied.
"Deal?" The guy in a white suit asked.
"Deal then, my money, your future, sounds okay," I smirked.
After that day, I started working with Mateo the guy in white, he was a mafia boss, he gave me a huge amount of money in exchange for my visions, I also run errands for him like delivering cocaines to the given address, though, I never tried to snuff or try it, I didn't want to run psycho and maniac like Anthony, and Carlos' warning also kept me away from that destruction in white.
I became a party boy at fourteen, the right hand of Mateo the guy in white, I went on missions with some guys in the mafia, I also belonged to the mafia. I allowed myself astray mama and Carlos's words long forgotten, just the devil tormenting me and leading me to hell. I was more interested in money than anything, darkness took over me. I had only one goal enjoy my short life and fuck the person that kill mama.
One day during one of our operations I almost died, instead of dying, I met someone that changed my life totally.
Sorry for all this years skip, I'll soon stop, when he'll meet that one person that changed the story of his life. VOTE and COMMENT pls. Adiós
By @oluna15
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Non-FictionAlexander tried all he could to be happy, but each time he faces another hell, happiness seem to be the last thing in his life, maybe when he dies he'll find it. First his father turn into a monster seeking for his misery, then his mother died, he...
