Time Tells

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Chapter One

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Look, I've been waiting to be free from Olga since the day I was brought into this orphanage. I've been waiting for this day, for more than eight years. So why am I so nervous to go out now?

I don't know? Maybe because I have no education, no money, and no one?

Goodness, I shouldn't be complaining. That's the last thing that I should be doing.

Some people have it worse than me, some people don't have a choice in doing what they want or even having simple human rights.

Yet here I was, being the ungrateful and desperate. Desperate for someone to care about me, love me, hold me, want me, need me.

I blinked a couple of times before mentally preparing myself to get up and get ready to leave.

I take the thin, worn out blanket off me and sit on my bed.

Holding the fabric that I had, that made me itchy at first like crazy, felt somewhat delicate in between my fingers.

"Anna! Time to go!" Olga obnoxiously yells from downstairs.

"Coming!" I say, getting up and making my bed.

"You have ten minutes!" She continues.

I grab my packed bag and go to the bathroom, washing my face and putting my hair into a braid.

I put on my freshly cleaned clothes and undergarments after washing my body in the cold shower.

I look at my bedroom and frown. This is it. I was finally going to be able to do as I please.

I close the door and throttle downstairs and say bye to all the other orphans. Including Alina, my best friend.

She begged me to take her out, now that I was at an age where I could adopt.

As I didn't make any promises, I knew that getting Alina out of here was my top priority.

"Anna, Goodness I'm going to miss you" she cries as I hold her.

I lick my tears and hold her face in my palms, "I'm going to try as hard as I could to get you out of here Alina."

She nods, as I wipe her tears with my thumbs.

"You just stay here, don't run away okay? The last thing I need is to bail you out of jail" I whisper. A slight laugh escaping her sobs. Kissing her forehead before Olga ripped us apart.

"Don't you dare forget me!" She waves, while I blow her a kiss. Walking out the door and walking right into my freedom.

Alina, was many things. But never someone that would betray me or not have my back.

Alina was loyal, innocent and attractive.

Alina has long, red curly hairy. She has bright green eyes and a beautiful curvy figure.

I managed to keep my head busy, because walking in the snow and cold wind, made me want to go back.

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8 months

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Anna managed to get by, by working for an expensive restaurant as a dish washer, bathroom cleaner and taking out the trash.

Anna would sleep at the homeless shelter, because she is saving up for Alinas adoption. Even though that costs more than twenty grand.

Nighttime came and Anna would be heading to the restaurant to clean. She put her hair in a messy low bun. And put on a light shade of lipstick.

She ran into the back door of kitchen to clock in, and start working.

"Anna!" Roman screams. Roman was the owner of the restaurant and usually blamed Anna for small errors she made.

But everyone knew, he looked at Anna more than just a worker. Roman eyed Anna on a daily, he knew that his employs would be upset and complain if she got to be in one of the hardest positions, a waitress.

"Yes Boss?" Anna replied, sweat running from her forehead.

"I see you've been working hard on a daily, how would you like to be a waiter?" Roman threw his feet on the desk. Crossing his arms and looking at Anna.

"Oh! Yes, I would love to be a waiter!" She smiled brightly. Wiping her sweat with her apron.

"Good! I'll give you the contract and uniform. Though, I do have to say. Anna put on some kind of makeup." Roman teases.

Anna was incredibly insecure and sensitive. Romans words hurt her. But Anna knew how grateful she needed to be. As a worker that cleaned, she was now going to be getting a better and easier job.

Anna swallows her tears and gently nods her head. Smiling before leaving.

Three days later, Anna finished her lessons and had her first shift as a waitress that night.

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Alexis whined, "Why the hell does she get to waitress to them?"

"Look, Boss, I don't mind serving another table if Alexis usually tends to them." I smile, wanting to get on Alexis's good side.

"I'm the fuckin Boss here, go and serve them!" he yells at me.

I nod my head and run out of the kitchen and take a couple breathes before serving the scary men.

"Good Evening. How are you?" I gently speak as I give them their menus.

There were five men, all older than at least 24. All handsome in their own ways. But one caught my eye. Actually, they all caught my eye but one of them had a very sexual and dominant atmosphere. I became very. VERY. Very, insecure suddenly. Well more than I already was.

"Penfold Ampoule" the man that appeared the oldest replied. He had white hair. As I gave the menus to them, the oldest one had a spider tattooed on his palm.

I quickly wrote down his order, "And you sir, what would you like to drink?" I looked over at the man next to the old man. He had a couple of buttons opened and no tie, unlike all the others. He gelled the small curls on his head. You could smell his cologne. He was also wearing a silver chain.

His hot low Spanish accent replied, "We'll be sharing that, sweetheart"

"Of course, I'll be back shortly" I smile at them, then turning around and feeling my legs start to shake. HOT DAMN! No wonder why, Alexis wanted to waiter for them.

I came back into the kitchen and Roman smirked, "You will continue to order for them every time they come. Sweetheart." Roman chuckled.

I cringed, but I wouldn't lie. I'm quite happy about this.

I walked back and placed their expensive ass alcohol in the center of the table. They continue to talk in Russian. I placed glasses and a bowl of ice as well in the middle of the table.

I lightly leaned over the table to make room for the bowl of ice. when I finished, "Let me know when you are ready to order your meals and appetizers." I smiled, my heart beating like crazy.

"Excuse me? Whos going to put the ice into our glasses?" The Spanish one tisked.

"My apologies, could you pass me the ice?" I asked kindly.

He scuffed, "We arent the waitress here, puta."

I held back my tears, I nodded my head and reached over the table and grabbed the ice. My hands shaking. I grabbed the thong and placed at least two ice cubes in each glass.

I poured the expensive liqour carefully into each cup.

I then passed each glass to each person. But when I tried to pass the glass to the man next to the spanish man. I spilled the drink onto the two men.

"maldito hijo de puta" the spanish man hissed.

"Im so sorry! Let me-" I cried, my hands shaking to get the napkins in my pocket.

He grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the table.

"Ayyyee, woah! Whats going on here?"

"This puta spilled our Penfold Ampoule on me!"

My head spun lightly and I could feel blood coming out of my nose.

"Look, she didn't mean it Antonio. Just take deep breathes, I can always give another bottle." Roman calmly replied.

I silently cried, as he continued holding a grip into my scalp.

"You little f*cker! Where's that whore of yours?" Another man yelled.

"I didn't sleep with your wife! Just let go of Anna! She has nothing to do with this." Roman shouts.

"Leo, send my men" He laughed.

I was completly zoning in and out. My head was spinning and I couldnt contain my sobs.

He yanked my hair once more before letting me go. I got up and ran to the bathrooms.

"Roman, what is it you are hiding? Must she also be some narcos daughter?" Antonio laughed.

I rushed into a stall and threw up in the toilet. When I finished I sobbed on the floor. I wiped my mouth with toilet-paper before getting out.

I was washing my hands and taking deep breathes before I start to hear guns firing.

I stood still, being completely in shock. Shit.

I opened the door and looked out, seeing if they were still in the restaurant.

"Find that puta and bring her to me!" Antonio roared.

He couldn't be possibly talking to me, could he?

I ran to the men's restroom and locked the door, it smelt absolutely terrible. I looked for some kind of way out. I saw a window in one of the stalls ironically. But it was a window where you couldn't open or close it.

"Check the restrooms Dallas!" someone yelled.

Shit! They're coming!

I looked around, panicking how I would be able to crack the window open. My breathing became heavier as a I checked around. I grabbed the soap bottle and threw it at the window. I let out a soft cry when I heard the door nob shift.

I decided I'd have to run into it.

"come out, come out where ever you are!" the man mocked on the other side of the door.

I tried to run at the window but chickened out. I grabbed the metal garbage can and thew it at the window. The window cracked but didn't shatter.

"Five...."

I ran to the garbage can and threw it again. the window slightly cracked again.

"Four.."

I mentally screamed. I ran and threw the garbage can again.

"Three.."

I pressed the garbage can to the window and pushed all my body weight against it.

"Two.."

I threw it one last time before jumping against the window with all my strength.

"One.."

I screamed as the glass cut my arms and thighs. I panicked when I heard gun shots coming out of the bathroom.

"Where the hell is she?"

I dragged myself up and jogged away from the restaurant. I tried my best to be as fast as humanly possible.

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3 months later

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It was four in the morning, a sudden knock was at my door. I was quite scared.

I put on a robe and went to check out what was out there.

"Whos there?" I whispered.

Yet, no one answered. I opened the door. and saw a package. I took it and brought it inside, opening it.

It was a pink box with a bow on it. With a small envelope in it. I opened the envelope.

Anna,

You have forty eight hours to turn in 28,000 dollars. We will be waiting.

- Lucians

Shivers ran down my spine.

My hands shook as I opened the box. Inside was a FINGER?

I screamed, tears ran down my face. They know where I was, who I was. How was I going to run? How was I going to get away with this?

I have no money, I possibly have seven grand..... but twenty eight?

I sobbed on my kitchen floor.

What about Alina?

What will happen if I don't turn in the money? What could possibly happen?

I decided what I needed to do, I had to run. I ran to my bathroom, scared shitless about them somehow popping up in my home.

I grabbed my backpack and stuffed all my necessities into it. I thought about leaving, but I knew that they were aware of me opening the package.

What to do? What to do?

I had to go to the bank, I had to call the police and most importantly, I had to somehow run away.

I decided that I was gonna go back to bed. Yet, I knew that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

I was paranoid the entire night.

I woke up with bags under my eyes. I got ready and went downstairs. I didn't feel like eating after thinking about that finger.

I got out of the house and walked to the police station.

"hello! would you mind telling us what is going on?" The police officer asked.

I have an emergency! I had a package sent to me this early morning and it had a finger and a note." I hesitated telling the police officer. He had pale skin and the lightest shade of blue eyes I've ever seen.

"What is your name ma'am?" he asked.

"Anna Russ sir." I coughed.

"mmmkay, My name is officer Alexander. Why dont you go ahead and share where and when this happened?"

"It was roughly around four in the morning when I got a knock at my door." I shivered.

"I...I opened it and picked the package up and brought it inside. I opened the note and saw that it..."

"Give me a moment, I need to take this call" He smiled, before heading into the other room,

Moments later he returns.

"Im sorry Anna, why don't you continue?" He gave a small smile, taking out his notebook and taking notes as I started to share.

Not even seconds later....

"There is a fire, possibly a bombing happened not to far away. Alexander we need you!" A women yelled out.

He looked at me, "Id run if I were you Anna, he's coming for you and trust me when I say that he has no remorse for any one." Alexander then runs away.

I looked at the empty police station, panicking for someone's help. Anyone's, but no one was there.

I panicked and ran outside, I followed the smoke in the air. I ran back into my home, but my home was on fire!

I cried out, screaming. Why me?

The hottest one poked his cheek with his tongue. Glarring at me. I bit my lip from snapping back. I bent over the table to reach the ice again. The Spanish man slapped my ass. I froze. I quickly took the bowl of ice and started to shake.

I took a breathe as the men laughed. I looked him up and down, saying "You disgust me."

Im not sure where this confidence came in.

They stopped laughing, the Spanish one looked at me like he was about to strangle me right there and then.

My hands shacked as I started to place ice in each glass carefully with the thong.

"Do you all need another minute or are you all ready to order?" my voice sqeaked.

"Oh I'm ready to order" the Spanish one hissed. I nodded my head, my pen touching the paper.

After ordering their food, I carefully walked back with their meals. My hands shacked as I reached over the table.

I swear if he slaps my ass again. But he didn't.

I smiled after giving them their meals.

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two hours

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I handed everyone their bills. "Have a good rest of your night"