𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤// 𝐇.𝐒

The Interview

Aurora

"Alright first question. How old were you when you first started working for the third party? Your boss." I started by asking one of the easier questions I had just to start slow. He was still quiet though as I waited for a response he sat there as I watched him play with a black pocket knife he had found on the bar countertop.

He sat silently playing with it for a few minutes not bothering to say anything. I hoped I didn't make him feel uncomfortable with the question, maybe I should just skip it and ask another one.

"I was 14. Next question." He bluntly replies. That's nearly seven years he's been doing this. Did it even occur to him it's been that long? Telling to the change in his body language he didn't even like hearing his answer.

Writing his answer down I go on to the next question that interested me when researching the whole thing.

"Okay and how exactly did you and the second party, the West-side leader, sort out who gets each territory?" Looking at him again he was carving something into the countertop using the knife he found. He was showing me that he couldn't be less interested in this conversation, was I that boring to him?

"We fought for it, just us no weapons. The winner gets the East side and the loser gets the West. He was so sure he was going to win so he made it even more exciting, he suggested that the loser, along with getting the West side, gets stabbed. I won, I have the East and he lost getting the West. He now has a stab wound on his right abdomen because of it. Next." This time he spoke quickly and confidently making sure to pause now and then. I wasn't expecting him to answer that question, nevertheless to tell me he stabbed someone but I could tell he was being honest so I left it alone and moved on to the next one.

"Hey, you mind hurrying all of this up? I mean I would love to sit here and talk about all the bad shit I've done but I don't have all day sweetheart." He says with a harsh tone. The nickname didn't even cross my mind knowing he was being sarcastic. I was nowhere done with the questions. So to hurry up the process I looked for one more to ask him before he leaves, one I would've liked to know.

"I'm sorry I know you are busy. I'll ask one last one. At the age you are right now, would you say that you are content with your life?" I saw that I finally caught his attention once he turns over to where I was sitting watching me with low eyes.

Since I've sat here this was the first time he had looked over at me. My only view of him was the few strands of hair that covered his side profile perfectly. I ever so wanted to move the strands just so I could get a clearer view, but with every muscle in my body, I refrained.

I then see him move suddenly, his body jolts up as he closes up the pocket knife carefully placing it back on the countertop. He was probably just getting ready to leave or something so I followed his actions putting away my book and pen into my bag and started to rise from my seat.

"Get down." He now turns his body fully looking at the entrance with his hand slowly reaching underneath his shirt, it took me a while to understand what was going on but once I put two and two together it was too late.

" I said get down!" Next thing I knew I was being pushed over the bar counter falling behind and meeting Cassie who was tucked down next to me.

I heard many footsteps trampling in and yelling I couldn't make out yet. From the sound of it, people were here and they weren't happy.

"Calm down honey, stay by me for a while." I hear Cassie whisper beside me as she pulls me closer to her. She looks under the counter where there were some extra cups and beer bottles and pulls out a gun loading it with a magazine. This was all too real and happening so fast, already feeling the tightness caving into my chest.