Heyyy, I hope you enjoy this story! ive been wanting to write this for awhile now, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it <3 There might be some grammar mistakes as english isn't my native language, feel free to correct me if u see any mistakes!!
Warning: Sexual harassment-ish
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Elijah
The motorcycles grips left wiggly lines on my palms. God knows why the fuck the handles are patterned. My breath turned to smoke when I sighed. My head was pounding, I just want to go home and rest before my next shift.
Maybe even draw a warm bath? I can already feel the warmth engulfing me when I get home, lessening my shivers.
Im grateful for my job, of course. But delivering food in a motorcycle in under 10 degrees weather is tough. I rubbed my hands together as I walked back home.
I always park the motorcycle a bit far away from home. If I don't do this, I risk it being messed up with or even stolen. It's not even special, just a basic white motorcycle with an insulated square delivery box in the back.
Thats what happens when you live in a shitty neighborhood with shitty neighbors though.
It doesn't belong to me either, thats why I have to be extra careful.
It belonged to the pizza place I work for, the owner- Deborah, a middle aged chubby woman with greying warm brown hair, lets me borrow it. I refused but she kept insisting and saying that it's tough to walk back home. But I know what this is, it's pity. And I fucking hate pity. But there is just something about this woman that makes it hard to dislike her.
When I finally got close,I froze when I saw the door to the house was open. I'm not expecting anyone, I highly doubt dad is either.
It couldn't be them, could it? Plus it was unusually quiet if it was. I clenched my hands as I approached the house.
"H-here is it! See? I told you!" my dads voice echoed outside.
"Hey, you old fucking geezer... this is a pretty big fat envelope. Are you sure there is cash in here and you're not trying to scam me?" the rough voice asked in suspicion.
An envelope?
"Yes, yes, you can check for yourself. Check."
When I finally reached the house, I was greeted by the back of a broad shouldered man, his leather jacket stretched over his frame as he loomed over my father. In one hand he held a familiar looking envelope.
"What is happening here? It's not even time for your fucking payment." I grit my teeth as I pushed against this guys goons to where my dad was.
"Tsk tsk, you need to fix that filthy mouth of yours." He shook his head in disappointment, as if he had any right to be disappointed. "I come whenever I please, do you understand?" He smirked at me, his finger jabbed at my chest, twisting and digging. I couldn't help but mentally gag at his yellowed teeth. I slap that disgusting hand away as I glared at him, but it still left a stinging pain on my chest.
"Such a pretty face, sadly it got wasted on fucking filth." He spat.
My jaw clenched.
"Son, calm down. I was the one who called Mr. Kane here." My dad tries to reassure me, holding my hand soothingly. But it did nothing but irritate me further.
Kane smiled innocently at me, as if saying 'see? this wasn't me this time'.
"Why'd you call him?" I raised my brow.
"Well.. you see-"
"Your little pops here is paying me back early," he continued helpfully, wrapping his arm around my dad's shoulder. My dad smiled meekly and pathetically at the greasy fucker.
I turned to my dad, my brows furrowed. "With what money? I don't get paid until next week." And he sure as hell doesn't have a job. Unless he has a secret one, or went to another fucking loan shark. And it's definitely not the first one.
Kane threw a white envelope to one of his goons. They all had tattoos, with Chinese characters thats probably translated to big fat shit. Fitting.
They're nothing but a wannabe gang.
"Count the money."
My brows raised, expecting some small amount my dad maybe managed to get. But I quickly realized that wasn't the case.
My heart went still when I saw the envelope more clearly. My eyes blinked, hoping that maybe this is just my imagination. Maybe i'm just too exhausted.. But this was.. certainly.. it was the money I've been saving.
"Shit.. sir this has to be more than at least 2000 bucks." He waved the green paper around.
"What? so its real? Ha! Did you win some lottery Mr. Jonah?" He looked back at father and me.
My body didn't move. It's like I was frozen. Dad's hand twitched, as if unsure, before placing it on my shoulder.
"No, haha." He chuckled, but it sounded like grating sand to my ear. "This is all my son's hard work," he grinned like an idiot.
"Give it back."
"Elijah-"
"I said give it back!" I demanded before my dad could say anything. I hurried to take the envelope back, but Kane quickly placed himself between me and his lackey like a wall.
"Whoaa, not so fast." He smirked.
"I already gave you money 3 days ago.." I replied with pressed lips
"Sighhh... Dear Elijah, that doesnt even cover 1/8 of the amount your father owes. But this?" He grabbed the money from his lackey, waving it around, "will at least cover a quarter of a 1/8." He answered simply, with a faint smile as he leaned onto my face.
His face has never looked more irritating, he had a faded scar that ran from his bottom lip to his Adams apple and greasy dyed white hair.
I spat on his face.
Whilst he was distracted, I aimed for the money, but got roughly pulled by my shirt and thrown on the ground by one of his guys. I hissed, scraping my elbows on the carpeted floor.
He calmly wiped the spit with the palm of his hand, flicking it in the air.
"Do you really want this envelope that badly?" He roughly grabbed my hair, shoving my face closely to his crotch.
"I'll consider it if you use your pretty little mouth," His eyes lit up like a pervert.
"Boss, pretty or not, it's so foul it'll rot your dick away." One of them chuckled as if it's the funniest thing ever. "When you're done, lets take turns!"
My stomach twisted, as if a knot was twisting inside of me over and over again. My nails dug on his hand on my head. but it only seemed to excite this sick pervert more.
"Try something like this again.." His other hand caressed my cheek softly, sliding his calloused finger under my chin. "And I'll do something you'll never forget." He removed his hand, just to come back harder this time. His palm slapped my face like a whip. Heat spread to my right cheek like spilled fire. A metallic sharpness filled my tastebuds.
For a second, everything blurred as my ears ringed.
He let go of my hair as he walked out, saying stuff that was barely coherent to my ears. laughter echoed as they left.
My father quickly sat next to me, saying stuff I can't register. At this moment, all I can manage is dry heave until my mouth was filled with saliva and a sour heat rolled up my throat.
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