A Home in a Lost World

Chapter 1

Amelia

I woke up with a resounding headache. I was extremely dizzy and when I tried to get up I almost threw every little food I had in my stomach. Nope, that's not gonna happen.

I slowly got off my bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face. All the way there, my head was bombarded with flashes of the other night. Why the hell do I always listen to Diana? Even if she was paying, I really shouldn't have drank like that. We drank so much last night that now I have to get to my new job with a throbbing head. Great!

I look at my phone only to find out that I have thirty minutes to get to the diner I'll be working at from now on. So I take an extremely quick shower and brushed my dark hair up in a ponytail. I wear my white tank top, dark jeans, jacket, and finally my black military boots. I love them, so fucking comfortable and durable.

I pick up my keys, purse and a banana. Now I still have twenty minutes and am off to go. I lock my egg like apartment and use the building stairs. If I go with the elevator I'm sure it will stop in the middle of the way, only beginning to work again five minutes later.

In the hallway I hear yells from my asshole neighbor and the smell of alcohol, urine and smoke. Nothing new. The apartments of this building were cheap because of the decaying state it is in, the horrible and dangerous location and the bad neighborhood. There's only fucked up people living here. Yee... just like me.

I leave the building and go to a parking lot five minutes from my apartment. It's in there that I always put my baby. I don't trust my neighbors to keep their smug hands off of my bike. I can get there in two and a half minutes if I run, so that's what I do.

I arrive in the parking lot and immediately find my humble Yamaha TW200, the sportive bike which I gave my kidneys to buy. Even if it was one of the cheapest, I really like my baby. It got me away from many uncomfortable situations. Like when some 'collectors' were chasing me down with guns, wanting me to pay for my father's debt. Sure, as if I would use my money for that sorry excuse of a father.

I ride by the cars quickly and in fifteen minutes I make it there. Thank God. Because I really don't wanna get fired on my first day. I had two jobs before this new one, at a dog kennel and at a cafe, however at the coffee shop I was being sexually harassed by some of the costumers. The owner simply said that I should just let it happen, no one was getting hurt and it even helped with the sales. But for me, it was not something I would let just be bygones, and, unsurprisingly, I got fired after my little revenge. Let's just say that in the end... Those bastards stood on their knees holding their balls. No regrets.

I parked and went to the diner, searching for the uncle who gave me the job. It was a warm and cozy place nothing like my life. There was a lot of people and it seemed really busy.

I see my new boss hurrying with a tray with lots of food in one hand while the other carries a jar with lemonade. It looks dangerous. When I was about to go and help him, a kid began to run right at his direction, but as big as he is, he didn't see the kid until he was almost crashing in him.

I run to him just in time. I catch the tray with my hands when he let go of it because of the kid. Thankfully the jar was still secured in his hold.

"Wow, boy you have to look at where you are running, you could have gotten hurt." Uncle reprimands him with a stern look that scared the hell out of little one, he was already trembling with tears welling up his eyes. Come on old man, you are like a skyscraper to him, you are gonna make him piss himself.