One Bullet ||LevixReader||

Chapter 12 ~ Start to Grow

Finally, the bus stopped. I shudder, remembering being touched from that man. But that man was the only ticket of getting the money and that could make Miya happy. I would've quit earlier but the deadline was nearing and I needed that money from him.

With little courage, but mainly fear, I rose from my seat and got off the bus, walking very, very slowly to the gas station.

When I entered through the door the bell didn't chime, which was a surprise to me.

"F/n, finally, yer late. The rush hour past and I want yer to fill the fridges with beer," he says, as his egg-shape head stares at me. "The bells broken and I have to fix it."

"But sir, I-I'm here for my-"

"Yer check, I know," he huffs impatiently. "First fill the fridge with beer, then I'll let ya have yer check."

A wave of uncertainty pulse through my body, causing me to bite my lower lip nervously. The gas station was empty, again.

I mentally cursed at myself for not coming during rush hour, so that there would be too many people that he couldn't sneak any surprises on me.

"What ya standing there fer? Ya want yer money er not?!" he criticizes, failing his hands. "I'll be fixin' the ladder if yer need meh."

"Y-yes sir.." I spoke, setting my bag by the cash register and heading to the room in the back of the gas station. I heaved a case of beer to the fridges. Setting down the case, I ripped open through the plastic and grabbing as many bottles I could, then sliding it into the nearly empty refrigerator.

I stare behind me, seeing him on a small ladder, trying to fix the bell above the door.

I bent down, rushing to fill the fridge with beer so I could get on with my life with the money he owed me.

Nearly finish with half of the case, bending down I grasp onto a single bottle of beer until I felt a chilling breath on my neck and warmth on my rear. Acting instinctively I was quick to move, facing my boss who held a 'innocent' smile.

"What ya doing? Yer not getting yer check if ye keeping bein' lazy!" he says then walking closer to me.

"I-I should get going.." I stammer, trying to walk off with the glass bottle in my grasp till his thick hand latched on my forearm. "P-please let go!"

Instead his grip became tighter, causing me to weaken and slowly succumb as he rose to show his dominance.

With the bottle of beer in my other hand I swung with all my might, hitting him at the side of his forehead. The glass broke, and some shards stuck onto his skin like thorns.

"SON OF A- BITCH!" he screams, staggering because of the liquid that came contact with his eyes. With that he fell forwards, on his hands and knees while still screaming.

With his state, I took the chance and rip my hand from him and try to make a break for the door until he manage to strangle for my ankle and pulling me down with him.

"No! Let me go!" I scream, as he continues to pull me down and emphatically lays me on my back. Repeatedly he kept telling me to shut up while straddling on top of me. "Please stop it!" I continue to scream until his thick hand covers my mouth and I feel him ripping my shirt and some of his blood on his face drip on me.