"Rose! I need a re-fill!"
"Rose! I'm out of tea!"
"Rose! Bring me a sandwitch!"
*sigh*
This is what my life has been like for as long as I can remember. My 'dad' said my mother died when I was born. I never believed him, I've never felt at home here, I know I'm meant for something else.
"Rose! On the double!" Shouted a drunk man.
"Yes sir! Sorry sir!" I said, not wanting things to get out of hand. Before you ask, no, there is not a drunk guy our house. My dad runs a 'family' business, and I'm the waitress. It is a popular bar called, The Diana Dance Bar, Diana was my mothers name. My dad treats me like an employee, no more, no less.
He makes me pay rent for staying in his house, he says it will prepare me for real life, yeah right.
"Here you go sir." I say as I set down the drink. He suddenly reaches out and grabs my hand, dragging me closer. Ugh, I hate it when they do this.
"Let go of me!" I yell. Don't expect my dad to help though, I'm just an employee after all. Surprisingly, he lets me go, giving me a little shove along the way. The bar is dead silent, and that's when I notice a hooded figure walking towards me.
"Wha-what can I get you sir?" I ask. He doesn't respond, we don't get many outsiders here.
" Can we talk in private?" The hooded figure wispers.
"S-sure" I motioned him to follow me into the back. Eyes followed us until we were completely out of sight. I heard the normal rush of voices come back.
"So?" I question.
"You need to come with me, we're going to see your sister"