TWISTED WORLDS

I'm not sure. Maybe I'll start with the police sirens and ambulances or when things got bloody, or... How about the ACTUAL start, when things were normal at least MY normal.

**********Six months ago **********

I hate this place, literally the Devil's Bakery, not like i can do anything about it anyway.

Dad's out, which means I have time before he gets idiotic, and by that i mean stupidly drunk, not like I care anyway, calls himself a man. Ha! Even a two-year-old has more dignity. I honestly don't get how or why we're related; he's dirty blonde ( or generally just dirty) I'm dark Brunette too close to black, he has the brain cells of a fly, I know how to lock the door every night, not sure how it works; I don't give a damn, about genetics it's basically a description of how your family curses you before your birth.

I could spend eternity talking about all the negative things my dad emitts, but I need to save my energy for survival, if you make it till midnight in this place, then you're a champion, that's how it's always been and always WILL be, at least for everyone with people like my dad for financial support-- I'm literally the one paying the rent, Only rich pricks can make it through the week without being traumatized, it's cliche but true you either get born with Angels or Demons, though where you're born doesn't affect who you become but...

I'm getting distracted Sam will kill me if I get to work late again.

I shouldn't get involved in anything today, no matter how desperate the victim looks, it should be easy, I don't really care about people; but I guess that one piece of humanity won't allow me to watch a kid get beat up mercilessly. These streets are the perfect places to get murdered if you're tired of this life. Though, I've been walking through these areas since I was 7 except one, I won't step foot in that place again, after what happened that night I avoided it like a plague, I guess that's why I can't help but try to play hero and save anything I can, it's really fustrating.

"There you are!" Hooray, an Angry Sam, take note as this savage beast will most likely maim anyone that crosses his 'Long termed PATIENCE'.

"Hey Sam! Long time no see" I say with fake enthusiasm, it always annoys him.

"Don't you 'hey Sam' me! Do you know how long I've been waiting you're an hour Late!!!" Sam's pissed alright, but not enough to actually scare me "Aww, you missed me, and yes I know, being late is not an option, I'll try to get here earlier, OK" just because he looks like a jalapeno stuffed pufferfish when annoyed doesn't mean I don't respect him he's like a more normal dad. He simply sighed at my feedback and told me to get my a** to work.

I'd love to complain about this place but it's not like there's anything that can be changed, I mean once you're out of school, a job is kinda the only thing keeping you going, to be fair I'm not the only teen who's parents couldn't "afford" to send us the to school there's also Imogen, she ALSO works here but gets to work atleast two and a half hours late, probably because she doesn't give damn about what Sam says, no matter how many times he threatens to fire us, he knows that he NEEDS us, we're kinda all he's got in this God forsaken bar, I mean there are other older workers but....they recently took up the life of crime and I swear they are terrible at it, like, how do you expect to rob a house without knowing how to cover your tracks or at least not walk like a drunk elephant, even the police must be getting tired of these criminal wannabes, cause I sure as hell would be; to think--

"Yo Hunta! Ya gonna stand there like a paralyzed ape or are ya gonna finish cleaning the counter before grinch comes back!" I'd recognize that Boston accent in a tsunami,

"Hey Imo, never seize to insult I see, late again I presume"

"Aack! Spare me the grammar Hunta, ya know it runs in the family" she replies smirking, I on the other hand grin cocking a brow "What family again? The one that you disassociated yourself from or that future husband of yours" she wacks my head with her handbag, I probably deserved it.

"Watch your over sized mouth Hun, he's not my boyfriend or future husband" Funny how she always insults me yet I'm the only one she actually calls by their name, but hey! I like stretching peoples patience.

"But, you guys have a kid who just so happens to look exactly like him, soooo"

"Why you--"

"Quit arguing and get to work! We should be getting a truck load of people tonight so no being Idiots and little miss Harley Quinn" Whooped dee doo Sam is back in action.

"Yes Mista Grinch" that girl could be sassy to her death bed, if Harley Quinn existed, I'd say they were related, but back to reality.

"I have nothing to say to you, your hopless" Huh, Sam finally gave up on the girl, it's about time, "I want you guys to take your tolerance to whole new level tonight some guy rented out the bar with his lottery money so we should be expecting a party house!" Sam yells like he's preparing us for the next civil war but it is a war, a war to tame sanity "But uh Grinch, why spend lottery money on a bar party?" Imogen spoke which to my surprise wasn't dumb, "Do I look like I care!? I get paid don't I? So why bother as long as you survive tonight it's all worth it, plus you'll both get a raise" Sam says with grin but worry in his eyes I know why, despite being sorta bossy and rude he genuinely cares for us and doesn't want us to overwork ourselves, specifically me, he gives me the look to make sure I don't and to make sure Imogen doesn't consume more than a bottle, hopefully we get through this night in one piece.

1:13, not bad last time I finished work by three, it's exhausting; customers flood in by 10 and stay till midnight, then NORMAL people like me and Imo-- actually no, she's not normal, anyway back to what I was saying people run wild and drink till thay pass out or puke all over the counter, that I (emphasis on the 'I') have to clean up, but the truth is no one really has anything going for them in this place, I mean, if you haven't dropped out off school at 15 yet then it's a win, there aren't really consequences for your actions if you literally have nothing to lose.

"Ok, Ok, listen Mr..... black hoodie guy I can pay you a lot of money if you don't kill me, my dad would resurrect me then, ground me, slaughter me all over again if he finds out"

I heard something actually someONE, it sounded like a guy, probably past puberty considering the voice's deepness, not that deep though, like teens deep, I make my way through the Alley his voice echoed from and lo and behold I see a guy in blue hoodie, jeans and Jordans (that look like they cost my head) being beat up by some homeless dude or at least that's what he dressed like, maybe in twenties? I don't really care I just listen to that blue hooded idiot trying to negotiate

"Now look, what do you want?" The Blue guy asked

"Whatever you have, kid, actually everything you have" the man snaps back in an unsurprisingly rough voice, I think he's the guy I served vodka today, it's always the drunk guys I serve isn't it, on a day like this, after serving what seemed like a hundred people (not fit to be called customers again) I would've ignored this entire scene but people are real desperate in this place so a guy in clothes that probably cost more than thier house, will NOT pass by unnoticed, plus what's a guy like him doing in a place like this? Doesn't matter, does it? I'm going in.

"Uhh...hey dude, I'm going to need you to stop robbing that guy, it's kinda early for these crimes, y'know" I say in bored tone, I actually am bored but mostly annoyed, the guy turns to me and says "Who the hell do you think you are? Get lost!" I sigh mostly because now I'm going to have to use actual man power aka BRUTE FORCE, "Look, I don't really have anything on me now, my parents don't trust me with a credit card yet" the Blue guy says proceeding his negotiation plan that clearly wasn't working. I try to talk to the man but the vodka's probably still working its magic "Dude, I really don't have the energy for this kind of conversation so please leave him alone" "Shut up, you Bar boy bastard!" Well that did it, I whacked his head with a rusty pipe, he passed out and now has bleading head, no regrets, now to move on with my life. It started raining, great I love my life

"Hey, thanks for helping me what's your name?" Sh*t this guy wants to make friends.