Not Typical (Luffy X Reader)

Chapter 6

"I apologize for this inconvenience. The loan sharks said they would give you 2 months." She says.

With that the debt collectors walk away, leaving me speechless. I finally get up after some time and drag my body to the apartment. I sit on the floor, looking at the checks I have saved.

total:5,728

I laugh dryly, and shakily open up my dresser, revealing the gun.

"Why me? Robin I can't go on." I say laughing while crying.

I shakily bring the gun to my head, when I hear the sounds of a bird chirping outside, bringing me out my state.

I bury my face into my hands and cry.
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"(Y/n)! you don't work tonight?" Cavendish says seeing me walk in.

"Hey, I know i'm just here for a drink." I say.

"Okay, what you looking for? I am making a new drink out of-"

"Something strong." I say bluntly.

"Okay doll, sit down and talk to me." He says sighing.

I sit down, and he pours me a double of vodka. I immediately take it.

"I'm screwed." I say.

"What do you mean?" Cavendish asks.

"I think I have the worst luck." I say motioning for more.

"Honey, i'm not following." Cavendish says.

"I owed some debt due to family financials put on me, and then I suddenly was thrown 150,000 on top of the what I already knew of." I say motioning for more.

"How awful! There is no way they expect you to just "pick up the tab" like that?" Cavendish says pouring more.

I laugh dryly, letting the harsh taste hit my tongue.

"That's why I decide not to care anymore. The sharks can kill me for all I care." I say.

Cavendish shakes his head almost comically.

"Don't say that! You literally are one of our top dancers, not to mention you have won the hearts of every worker here!" He says.

"You know I almost killed myself before coming here? I almost just pulled the trigger on top of the checks of my hard earned money." I say after some silence.

I put the glass down.

"Yet, the thought of that made me mad. If i'm gonna die might as well spend all the money I have made." I say.

Cavendish leans over the counter, wiping his face.

"(Y/n), I swear this isn't the right way. I can talk to the girls. We can maybe do a fundraise. I make more than enough to give you-"

"No. I am not a charity case. I give up. Let me live and let me die." I say.

I look at the empty glass, Cavendish sighing.

"Here is the rest of the bottle." He says.

I give him a check of 200$.