Chapter 7

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Warning: This chapter may contain themes that you may find disturbing. TW (Sexual Assault)

The first few hours of my shift flew by very quickly. Dozens of people poured through the doors. It had been a while since I had my last serving job. The bass boomed through the speakers as people smiled and laughed. Women seductively whispering into the ears of men and men approaching women offering drinks as they charismatically try to spark a conversation the romantic aura in the place was apparent. I casually took orders, writing down as people went on some of my customers tipped great, some were tourists happy to speak with someone who spoke fluent English and few were a bit sleazy drunk men who saw me more as a prize to one for than anything else. I ripped a sheet off my notepad as I stuck it onto the cook's line of sight. "How are we doing tonight ladies?" Angelo asked us waitresses as we zoomed in and out of the kitchen with our orders and special requests.

As I try to leave to check on one of my customers Angelo taps my shoulder. "Thank you for filling up this position last minute Catalina. So far opening night has been going well. How are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm alright Angelo. Thank you for the opportunity." I said.

"No, thank you. You have been hitting it off well especially with tourists. It's great for business. Let's discuss your availability later today. I would love to have you come for more hours. I would be willing to increase your pay." He said with a smile.

That sounded amazing. So far, living in Sicily was a dream. More pay would definitely help with the unexpected expenses. Plus, the tips were great here. I could be pretty comfortable with the job.

"That sounds great. I'd be willing to pass by before my next shift." I told him.

"Perfect." He said then turning his attention to the cooks.

The rest of the night continued at a steady pace. No difficult customers, but tips were great. I would leave with couple hundred by the end of the night. I continued to take orders and serve. It all passed in a blur. By 3 AM I was exhausted, the soles of my feet ached. Note to self, buy some good inserts for support. I headed to clock out. Tied my hair up before retrieving my belongings from my locker. I excused myself and headed out towards the way I came in.

Stepping back out into the alley I realized that it was raining. Damn, I didn't bring an umbrella. I decided it was best to go inside. Before I could land my fist onto the door, I felt something prick the skin of the bottom of my back.

"You didn't think I'd find you American bitch? Don't say anything, don't move and don't speak." He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pinned me against the wall and that when I saw him. Giovanni. The scumbag from the other night.

"Now where were we?" he said with a smirk. Rain was soaking our clothes and hair. He had a blade in hand.

"Let's get these out of the way." He proceeds to create a slit from the top of my shirt.

I calmed down. Took a deep breath and immediately kneed him in his groin. I bolted to the street to be in open view and try to flag a car for help. Giovanni cursed as he tried to follow. Upon reaching the end of the alley he grabs onto me by my belt loop and slams his body weight onto me. My back slams hard onto the concrete.

"What did I fucking tell you?!" he said angrily proceeding to cut my clothes. I tried to squirm out of his hold. I wasn't going to be a victim. I was going to fight.

Instinctively, my hands fumble to my small purse and felt what was going to save my life in that moment. I grabbed onto it quickly and while I closed my eyes, I pulled the trigger. Warm liquid that was not rain landed onto my skin and in that moment, I felt his body go limp on top of mine. My breath quickened as my body began to panic. I try to shove him off of me to escape. Tears streaming down my cheeks and cries escaped my throat. I immediately sat at the wall sitting in the rain in shock as I stared at the other alley wall. Refusing to look at Giovanni's dead body. A minute had passed when I heard a set of footsteps running in my direction. A tall figure was there. "Ah merde!" was all I can make out from his Italian. Someone was with him they both argued for a minute. As I had a panic attack. "Catalina." He said. I didn't look at him. "I'm a friend" he said with his arms up.

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⏰ Last updated: May 31, 2020 ⏰

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