Cali's pov
Closing time couldn't come any slower. I couldn't stop replaying that boys words in my head. 'Old pal's' he called us, muttering in my ear, then he tipped extra before they left. He claimed it was ' a payment overdue'. It rang on and on in my mind and ate at me. I wasn't sure why my stomach felt so sick. It was as if my gut or maybe my subconscious was trying to tell me something. I couldn't tell you why it took so long for me to conceder the possibility that he and maybe one of his friends was involved in attacking me that night in the car. I wouldn't have recognised him. I was only able to memorise the face of two of the boys, one who called out to me and another who pinned me down first. The rest of them were blurry due to my head smashing down on the door. I'm an intelligent girl so I was livid with myself when those thoughts came into my mind and that they only came to me at the very end of the day, hours after our interaction.
I.took. his. fucking. money.
It's. still. in. my. pocket.
He fucking payed me off. 'A payment overdue'. What the FUCK.
All of a sudden I felt dirty and itchy. I began to scratch at my skin as I slowed my walk on the sidewalk. Tears burned my cheeks and down onto my neck as my head tipped back like i was drowning and I needed to break to the surface to fill my lungs with air.
I reached into my pocket and began to throw all the tips I got that day down onto the road. They had touched off of his money, they were all now contaminated. The coins rolled and landed in a storm sewer. I slugged over to it and bent to my knees. It next swallowed my tears. I prayed it would swallow me up next. I reached for my pocket again to ensure I got rid of all the coins but instead my hands brushed off of the croissant wrapped in a napkin I snuck into my pocket at lunch. I unwrapped it and mashed it into the sewer. Before I could destroy the tissue I noticed writing.
A number was messily scrawled onto it. -Tow bit signed next to it. I stuffed it back in my pocket. I might need it, I don't have anyone to call if I ever needed to, now I do.
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FanfictionShe was alone. He wouldn't tell her where they were or where they were going. Moved. So many times they moved, they had never stayed in one place for more than a month or two, maybe three if he was feeling lazy, but he was paranoid most of the time...
