a day at the bar

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this is Rickardo but for the most part in the story she's called Reese this is not my photo i found it on Google and due to technical difficulties she's not up eith the Youtube video i hope you enjoy i plan to update regularly but i have 4 differe...

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this is Rickardo but for the most part in the story she's called Reese this is not my photo i found it on Google and due to technical difficulties she's not up eith the Youtube video i hope you enjoy i plan to update regularly but i have 4 different stories going there will be swearing in this book plz keep anti-gay comments out of the comment section and racist comments thank you and i hope you enjoy this one is two thousand words----------------------------------hi,I'm Rickardo rick-are-do and i'm
twelve  years old,but i'm very mature like eighteen mind set and i just turned thirteen like yesterday was my birthday no joke!! I didn't have a party though nobody knew it was my birthday i just went to work at six then got abused at home yeah i have a family but not a good one i am used as a slave and then abused but anyways i went to work then came home worked for my parents then went to sleep and that is all i do i don't go to school i don't an education to be a slave and a bartender but i learned some stuff on my lunch breaks i'd go to the library that's a two mintune walk away my lunch is only thirty mintunes though but i know more than the average person at my age you see i work at a bar where i'm a server to all the drunk men watching young women hurt each other physically hit every night and tonight and i'm the nurse who keeps them alive after the fight but while they're doing that i serve the drunk men watching them fight and mormally i'm hit too many times i-owwwwww,i just sided swept and now i'm bleeding as i lye on the floor,i have a open cut to my forehead and my leg snapped perfect bruiesed and beaten who helps the nurse who helps the beaten?The question is simple nobody in my case i
guess DING DING well time to go help the poor person who lost this fight oh my god!! "Cards!It's okay," card's is my
friend that sometimes takes care of my shifts when i'm too beaten to do so, she looked up at me with her brown eyes that were depressed i picked her up ignoring my aching muscles and screaming in agony body. i toke her into a room that was behind the bar's counter i locked the door so no one would come in,in the room there are one bed beside the wall no windows stuff to start a IV,and the things that make sure that if your heart stops beating i have a got chance of making it to beat again,and some ivphrofin and advil and bandages the room has white walls and laminate flooring to make the room look bigger and brighter i sat Card's down then walked over to the cabinet and got some ice from the mini fridge,put it in a sandwich baggy and put it to Card's eye grabbed some ivphrofen and helped her choke it down when i heard a BANG!!BANG!! Gunshots i knew me and card's would be fine we were in a concrete room that nobody could hear you scream!Creepily enough,i wrapped her leg up then propped it on top of a pillow leaned against the cabinets as i closed my eyes and started daydreaming "Reese?REESE?!?!" card's yelled she forgot where she was,again Card's grew up in a questionable neighbourhood where she was beaten loads i rushed over and hugged her to make her feel better "Reese the gunshots,that was my mate the alpha of the Great night pack.I need to see him he's at the pack house can you take me there?" she asked dont ask me how she knows about the gun shots
i didn't think she was awake so......well i guess that she was!! I nodded picked her
up and opened the door blood was everywhere's no one died they were probably all taken in for  questioning, Card's was due home two hours ago and her mate wants her out of the fighting club so,naturally he panicked there are odviously signs of struggle based on the bloody hand prints covering the floor i walked out side opened my car door for card's put on the child lock and then got in my side
"why did you put the child lock on?" Cards asks i chuckle "last time you got in a fight and i had to drive you home you tried to jump out of the moving car!" i told her in my as a matter of fact voice, she laughed

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