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CHAPTER 1 - GHOST
Some people say God will reward his strongest soldiers, you just have to be patient.
“Hey sexy lemme get uuuhhhh…. Beer bucket, 8 beers in em”
I think it bullshit
“24,60 please”
An all powerful, all knowing, all loving god cant give everyone the life they deserve. It's bullshit, he watches while we suffer and then eats our rotting fleshes to feed his ego.
“25 dollars for a goddamn bucket?! Your fuckin ripping me off”
“I promise im not”
20 fuckin years it seems like the worlds gone to shit.
A pair of fingers snap in between my eyes. Shit focus.
“Thats better, y’know i like my women attentive so how about you stop rippin me off and take my 20”
I let out a harsh breath as I clanked the buttons on the cash machine again. Still 24.60
“Look im just a waitress and its still 24.60 so either pay up or dont”
He chuckles and leans back casually, all the sweat pooling down from his patchy brownish hair.8
“Your a rip-off ugly bitch!” he shouts and tosses a couple of crumples wet note and coins on the counter, i slide them all into the register as the music pounds my ears
“Fuck” i huff out of my mouth, wiping my now damp hands with my tank top
If god is real, he’s gonna owe me big fuckin time
It wasn't long before my shift ended, and when i say ended i mean he police busted us and arrested half the people, i dont mind. Job comes and job goes. Nothing in life is permanent. I numbly take off my apron and dashed it on the cold Chicago floor, the distant sound of trains and music seeping into my mind like an earworm.
The streets were empty, for once and thank god. It was friday so u you usually expect a bunch of tipsy people swaying up and down in dashing outfits and tall heels, bumping into you shouting a hearty “sorry” or “damn girl” before joining there group as the night state young for them
Fuckers.
Well they’re not fuckers, shit maybe im jealous i dont even know. My back slumped into an alleyway corner and I dropped my back, slowly sliding down as the distant cries of joy dance away from me.
Something I could've been. Maybe I'd be Samantha and have my own sex and the city crew and just… live. Buy whatever I want and catch up with my girls every day.
Instead im curled up in a corner with a thin as coat and a small plastic bag to my name
Counting the stars in the sky to help me sleep faster, to make the day go faster and end
But for what? What more do i live more anyways except to simply survive
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*In parker robins hideout and its in parkers pov*
Elevator doors creek open and slug comes in with a smile on their face, their black leather handbag in one hand and their phone in the other
“You're late.” I break the silence as I pour myself a small glass of whiskey, plopping a couple cubs of ice as I slowly sit down. “Your lucky its me and not john seeing you come back empty handed”
Slug scoffs and quickly chucks their bag onto a nearby armchair and quickly walking ober to me. “ok , ok, ok i know that but-”
“You had 1 job, get a new recruit .” I shrug and look around dramatically. “Where are they?”
“She…vanished?”
My brow furrow as the words slide out of slugs mouth
“Vanished? “ I chuckle dryly, taking a large chug of my drink. “Fuck does that mean?”
“Just look” slug walks over to me and opens their phone tapping play on a video, and zooming in on a cashier.
She was standing thor, not casually tho, almost overwhelmed looking left and right for an exit and her head twitching back and forth.
In the blink of an eye. She was gone, the place she once stood just being bare only to later be filled with co-workers talking to each other.
“See?!” slug gasps. “She was there then.. Poof!”
I lean forward, my mind intrigued. “Who is she?”
Slug shrugs “ I dunno but I'm gonna find out…”