Ok so here's my situation, I have two jobs, one where I am the cashier at Brooke's café and the other where I work at, wait for it... a Laundromat. 

Am I the stupidest teen alive? 

Maybe but not really I do get mullah and I have a thing for money. 

I work at the café on Saturdays and the Laundromat on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So I earn roughly about $120 a week. 

That's a lot for a kid.

After a long day of boring classes and endless yappering I just need some time to myself.

And now I'm at the Laundromat, a sad and lonely place. 

The low humming of electricity going through the washing machines is alarming yet if there was silence it would be deafening.

 I don't actually know where my life is going. 

I don't have any dreams, maybe I could rob a bank one day and get on a bus to Mississippi, then what?

I know that I'm a little too old to blame all my problems on my mother but, she ruined me.

I'm so jealous all the time of Nisha, she's always so happy and radiant while I just wake up everyday down and depressed.

Nursing the bruises of the night before when my so-called mom beat me several times with a broom for being late with the weed.

It's just  that some things leave you up at night. It's funny how I earn this much money but never actually get to keep it. My mom usually takes it and blows it all off on drugs and sometimes meth.

I guess the laundromat is the only place where I can escape to. There's never too many people and today there aren't that many.

Home is hell and school sucks now because of Liam. He's gone now but that doesn't stop me from being paranoid.

Well I guess that's enough with the sob story.

 All I have to do is clean the drains of the washing machine, sweep, mop and clear the register. 

And I get about 30 bucks for it.

 I'm not needy, I just love money and I always have enough to get supplies for myself and food for my mom so eh.

As the last people leave with their laundry, my elbow gets pretty sore from leaning on the counter for so long. 

The sun is setting.

"Eddie, I'm closing down shop!" I say to my boss who's somewhere at the back of...

"That's fine Lena." He returns in his squeaky voice.

 We don't talk much ,actually we don't talk at all.

 It's just hello, where should I put this or I'm closing down now.

 All I know is he has one pregnant wife and a mistress.

 I roll my eyes and scoff, "Men."

As soon as I shut the blinds I hear some muffled voices. 

I know Eddie's there but who else. I take a breath and walk to the door that leads to the storeroom. I have to stand on my tippy toes to peep through the small glass opening. 

Jeez I'm either too short or this door's too tall. 

"I'm going in." I try not to laugh at how familiar that sounds. 

I remember when Nisha and I went to a party and I really needed to pee, but someone dropped a nuclear bomb in the toilet and those were my exact words when I couldn't take it anymore.

 I slowly twist the handle, please don't creak please don't creak.

 It's so dark in here but I close the door behind me and walk in aware of my surroundings. I follow the voices to another corner of the room. 

"Oh." 

As I see a dimly lit yellow light just above a table illuminating just four men.

 I come closer and stop in my tracks realizing the scene beforehand. 

They're wearing bandanas covering their noses so I can only see their eyes.

 "Give us the money Eddie." Someone says in a taunting yet vicious voice. 

"I already to...told you, I don't have it." a scared voice says. I notice only now that he's tied to a chair.

 "You don't want your wife to find out about your little affair do you Eddie?" he waits for no response and continues, "After telling your wife this I'll kill her." He shows him a phone and scrolls through it. 

"Please no, she's pregnant." He cries out loud. "Then give boss his money now!" someone else says. He just sobs, "I don't have it anymore."

 "Where is it then?"

 it takes him a while to think of a response but it only earns him a punch to his jaw.

 I hear a crunch and know it's broken. 

"Aw, now he can't speak." Another says. I just watch horrified as he bleeds profusely from his mouth. "Go ahead Seth." The guy I suppose is the boss says to the guy who punched Eddie. 

He raises a silenced revolver, to a panic stricken Eddie who tries to scream out no, but the bullet already exits his head and leaves his body falling backwards onto the floor. I scream but as soon as I do I cover up my mouth.

 Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why don't I just shit my pants right there and then while I'm at it. All eyes are on me now.

 One of them comes barreling toward me and I run not sure where to but I run and I hit a wall rendering me unconscious. 

The blow to my head sends blood pumping around my brain it hurts so bad so i say the universal word for help, "Fuck." 

I start to see spots in my vision it's becoming dark. 

One tall figure leans over me and yells something to another one of his friends, I think he said boss?

I stick out my tongue pretending to be dead, either way I know that I'm going to be dead soon.

"Is she serious?"One of them asks staring down at me. I tilt my head and look up at him.

"Yes! I'm very serious!" That startles him and I just roll my eyes aggravated my patience fading.

"Hurry up will ya?!"I demand my voice echoing throughout the room.

I was really having serious deja vu here and it was making my mind spin.

"Help with what?"He asks genuinely confused.

Irritated I answer, "Kill me! Torture me! Get it over with!"I scream getting myself off the floor and squinting at the gorgeously built men in front of me.

"I've been through this."I admitted feeling my balance go off and my stomach roll. Everything started spinning and I couldn't tell if up was down or if down was sideways.

"Do I have to do everything myself?!"I said before falling face first.

I find Eddie's fractured body still on the chair but on his back, his middle aged frame limp and lifeless

I wait for what feels like minutes without anything happening to me. So...wait...could I actually get away right now?

I can't go back to Mexico......so....

I bolt straight up and raced towards the exit. The light above it was dimly lit but i could get out.

"Wait...what the-"

I sprint up the staircase and out the main door. Soon I was speeding across the street and past ongoing traffic.

"How the hell is she so fast?!" One of them yelled.

I turned a sharp left and saw a car bursting into view, dodging it was from sheer luck. 

My heart races in my chest till I felt my legs give out.

I didn't know just for how long I was running until I reached my neighborhood. I slowed down when our fence came into view. I quickly ran into the house after quickly unlocking the door and shutting it behind me.

I collapsed behind my bedroom door, panting heavily. My room sure was dark, leaving only outlines of my bed, wardrobe and window.

 Surely noone could've followed me here right?

I looked up at the ceiling and watched as the orange rays of the sun winked away and disappeared as the sun set.

I got up to go close the curtains my heart race reducing a bit. I sighed in relief, but as soon  as I was about to head to bed...everything went black. All I felt was pain.

I hear the clattering of a wooden object as if it was dropped by someone.

"You're pretty lucky boss thinks you're pretty."

 I am soon slung onto someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes or something. I'm too lazy to think of how I can make this seem funny.

 "Is it weird that I think Eddie deserved this or am I just a creep?"I realized I said it out loud.

"You're totally a creep." Somebody responds. 

 And we're outside in the cold night air, I'm so tired and ooo

Nice ass. 

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