Ch 01: Thus my life changes

"Ellena get those bottles up right now." I hear my boss yell at me from upstairs.

"I got it already" I yell back. It's so freaking crowded I can barely hear my own voice. It's about 11 P.M and they still keep coming. This is where I work. A bar if you couldn't tell. It's not really the best place to work for a girl my age. But the pay is good and it helps a lot with my expenses.

In about an hour of restless working, my shift is over. I go over to the staff room and change into my normal clothes. A white shirt and a jacket on top of it. I'm about to leave when I hear someone call my name.

“Hold it there you little shit.” James starts shouting and since I see no one in the room, I assume he’s talking to me.

“Excuse me?” I turn around raising an eyebrow at the way he calls me.

“ I thought I was good to you. Given your age no one would have risked letting you work at a place like this but you said you needed money so I let you work here, and now what?? You stealing money from me? You shameless *****...”

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?? I didn’t take no money from you, where’s your freaking evidence? How dare you accuse me of something like that?”

“Yea yea, stop faking it. Gill and the others said they saw you taking the cash.”

What?? What is going on here??

“So that’s it then?? You just gonna believe that I took money from you?” I ask, anger boiling inside me.

He sighed.

“You worked here for a year so I’m not calling the cops. Just get your *** outta here and don’t show up again.”

“Maybe you should call someone to check on your brain, cause you’d be crazy to think I’ll stay here a second longer.”

"Whatever.Just... Just get out of here Park."

"Go to hell James." I shout before slamming the back door to his face and leaving the bar,probably forever. What the hell was wrong with him? I never liked James or the bar. But I needed that job. It was well paid and since I live alone it was the best thing to help manage my expenses.

I head over to station, trying to figure out what to do next, and where to find a new job as soon as possible.

If I can't find a job soon, I won't be able to pay this months rent. The old hag will kick me out right after she finds out about me being fired. Maybe I should have tried to prove my innocence and asked him to let me stay until the end of this month. I left with my pride in my hand but pride won’t become a shelter for me when she kicks me out.

Sigh, I’m getting nowhere, might as well rest up for the night. I’ll think of something tomorrow.

About half an hour passes and I'm finally here. Home sweet home. I open the door and start heading upstairs. My place, or to better put it my room is on the second floor. It's a small room built under a gable. There's really not much about it, but still... it's where I lived with my mom.

Speaking of mom, she died of cancer six month ago and since then I live alone, Here with her memories. Every corner of this room reminds me of her. She was all I had.

Growing up I never knew who my father was. My mom had removed every trace of his existance from our life and she refused to tell me anything about him no matter how much I insisted. I feel a heavy sigh trapped in my throat but before I can let it out I hear the door creak. I turn over to see my old but not so lovely landlord opening the door with her spare keys.

"You could actually knock, you know? It doesn’t hurt at all.” I say looking at her in annoyance as she enters the room.

"I don't knock in my own house."

"What do you want? It's not time for my pay yet" I rub a hand to my forehead, feeling extremely tired and sleepy.

"So tell me, how's it going with your job? You do know it's 17th."

"Thanks for the reminder. Now get out. I'll pay you by the end of the next week."

"Will you now?" She ask suspiciously and I look at her in confusion. But she continues before I can ask anything.

"You seem to have forgotten about the fact that I was the one who introduced you to James. So the news of you getting fired got here faster than your arrival."

I open my eyes wide in shock. I can't believe the bastard just called her and told her everything.

"And you even committed robbery. Have you no shame?" Her hursh words stab me like a knife. I don't know what I did to deserve all this. At this point it's clear she wants to get rid of me and I know trying to explain things to her would be of no use.

"I know I can't get you to believe me. So just give me a week and I'll leave this place."

"A week? Are you kidding me? you're leaving. Tonight!"

"Are you crazy?It's past midnight. where am I supposed to go? You can't just kick me out like this."

"Yes I can. This is my house and my contract with your mother is void, now that she is dead. I took pity on you and let you stay for a while, but it's over. Now either you get out or I'll have my boy kick you right out of the window."

Everything goes too fast for me to comprehend.  What can I do? Does arguing even help with anything at this point? I always knew she was a money grinding bitch but taking it this far is even lower than her bar. Something feels really fishy.

Before I know it I'm wondering in the streets, thinking why is this happening to me? where should I go? I have no relavites or friends to ask for their help. My mother was an immigrant. She came to England as a scholar to study in software Engineering, so I know nothing of my mother's family. My last option is to rent a room to stay for the night. But I can't afford that for long.

I keep walking around in search of a place to spend the night. If I remember correctly there’s a small inn downtown that offers rooms for a cheap price. It's not that far from here so I start heading towards it. It's then that I realize the streets are eerily quiet. It's about 2 A.M, only a few cars pass by every now and then. I'd better hurry, it's not good to stay out alone at this time of night.

I’m almost there Just past this alley and I can finally get some sleep. The alley is extremely dark. As if the lights of the streets were deprived from it. As I enter the valley I suddenly feel someone's eye on me. I turn around and see no one.

My heart beat picks up and I start walking faster. Why does the bloody alley has to be so long? Before I can reach the end of this long narrow walkway, I feel someone's presence again, much stronger this time.

I decide to start running but before I do I feel a hand grab me from behind, while another hand covers my mouth. I start to panic and thrash around to free myself from whoever that has me in their grasp. But he is too strong, I try to scream but the hand on my mouth muffles any sound that escapes my mouth.

“Help! Help!” I keep trying to get that simple word out of my mouth but I can’t. His grip on me is too tight, I can’t fight him off and I can’t shout for help but I still struggle with all my might.

What feels like an eternity of struggling is actually not more than a few seconds. Before I can make any progress I feel a sharp pain on the back of my head. Soon I feel his grip loosening up and I start falling down to the ground I try to scream but my voice wouldn't come out and my vision starts going blurry before I give in to the darkness around me and pass out.

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