Wolf Zero

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Antonia

Orphaned as a child, living with my older brother who is basically a wreck and I still made a life out of myself. Yet I still felt like something was missing... but it was there. Maybe it was my parents that were the thing missing.

I mean it had to be because any kid craves their parents when they aren't there with them; they are supposed to be there to help guide you and love you, tell you that you are special. At least I didn't need a guide and managed to do well without them... I wish I could have said the same for my brother.

    I stepped into my brother's room and saw him slumped on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Noah I have to go to work okay? I've made something for you in the fridge on the top shelf," I said softly and began to close the door then opening it again. "Oh and have a shower, you stink." I left the room saying "as usual" under my breath and looked at my self at the long mirror which hung on the landing wall.

I tied my black hair up in a pony tail and checked what I had on was okay; I was wearing a crop top and a pair of black leggings which had gold metallic crosses printed on them. I ran down the creaky stairs of my grandparents' house and into the large living room.

The pictures on the mantelpiece caught my eye like they normally did; there sat on it was a picture of my granddad and I when I was thirteen, a picture of Noah and both my grandparents and the one that I never could stop looking at.

That one was a picture of my parents, Noah when he was five and me in the arms of my mother as my father looked down at me when I was only a few months old. It was the year they died. I gulped hard to hold back my tears and pulled myself together.

    "I wish grandma and grandpa were here," I sighed to myself because both of my grandparents had gone on some kind of "adventure" to different countries. Call me crazy but they must be two twenty year old people trapped in old bodies. Before I left for work I slipped on my white pumps, grabbed my bag and shouted goodbye to Noah.

I slowed down as I reached a parking space in the parking lot outside the little bar I worked at, as the bartender. Getting out the small, blue car I looked at my watch which read 06:14pm. "There's my puerto rican babe!" As I walked into the building Max, the manager, called to me walking over and giving me a hug.

    "And there's my sexy, chocolate and gay man-babe."

    "So many description words for moi," he said walking away like I had given him one million dollars.

    "Go back to watching your gay porn in your office," I teased calling after him.

    "Fuck you," sang Max as he turned the corner. I laughed then stood around the bar and cleaned it before any customers came in. I took all the most popular drinks on the menu and placed them on the side behind me in a row. Then I turned around to see the only blonde in the place, Natalie, who was standing there waiting for me. "Oh, hi Natalie." She was also my best friend.

    "How's your brother?" She asked worryingly.

    "No improvements," I said disappointed in myself. "He's the same as he was yesterday, last week, two months ago-"

    "Okay, I get it Ant," interrupted Natalie putting her hand out as if to say "calm down". I carried on sorting everything out and organizing the glasses and bottles of every alcoholic and soft drink known to man. I swear.

Soon people started to come in and sit by the bar and by tables. A couple of them were getting a bit drunk already, asking for drink, after drink, after drink.

After one hour of serving to the jobless alcoholics that inhabited this stupid town, I sat down and put my feet up on the table behind the bar. I watched Natalie and the other waitresses run around taking orders and nearly going crazy with most of the customers calling them over. I was glad I was a bartender not a stupid waitress.