Waitress On Fleek

Chapter 4.5 (SPECIAL)

    "To my house," he says.

    "Your house?!"

    "Not really my house but I live with a roommate. He's almost never home anyway." Lance suddenly smiles to himself. "I do have something to tell you, though."

    I look up at him with curiosity. "What is it?"

    I watch as he opens the car and motions me to go inside. I sit in the back with him confusedly. Lance motions the driver to move and I look at him with questionable eyes. He glances at me for a split second but turns away to look out the window.

    "Because you almost poisoned Kacey, I want to make a deal with you. If you are so desperate for not wanting to get fired, we'll have a policy as tickets--"

"Tickets?"

"Yes, now shut up and let me explain." He glares at me.

"Fine."

"There will be seven slave tickets. I'll use them whenever I want to and if you obey, I won't tell Megan about what you did," he says.

"Slave tickets?! But--" I protest.

"Alright then I'm going to tell Megan--"

I quickly scoot closer to him and grab his arm in both of my hands.

"Alright fine! Just, please don't tell anyone," I plead.

"Sure, and you have to give me seven slave tickets," he says, smirking. It seems as if he enjoys this. I certainly don't but at least it's better than getting caught with Megan. I'll be hurt if she's hurt and I really don't want that to happen. I am not that bad.

"How do I give you slave tickets?"

"I have them. I wrote 'slave ticket' on seven pieces of paper. The paper gets expired after a year and when I use the slave tickets you have to stay with me for twenty-four hours. If you get out of my sight, you will have to be my slave for a month," he explains and smirks, sending a shiver down my spine.

"What! This is pure torture you know that?!" I scream in shock.

"Aha, but it's more fun that way and it gets interesting. You see, I'm bored these days and you seem to lighten them up," he says with a sparkle in his eye.

But why me? There are so many other people you can use for as a slave!

We sit in silence for the rest of the car ride. The car finally stops in front of an apartment building. Lance opens the door for me and I step out into the chilly almost-night air.

He leads me inside the building and we go up the elevator where it is mostly awkward. He takes his keys out of the back pocket of his jeans and pops it inside the lock, pushing the door open. I suddenly see a weird shadow of a large man and I quickly run behind Lance, grabbing the hem of his shirt in fear.

Lance chuckles as he takes my hands off his shirt. "Scared?" he teases.

"Who's that man?!" I whisper to Lance.

Suddenly the man comes closer and I can finally see him in the light. The entire room is dark and quiet, so maybe that's why I thought he looked weird.

Okay, he's not a man but he is a guy.

He has dark black hair that's styled so that the front of it is gelled up. He wears a red and white striped shirt that goes horizontal, with grey sweatpants and white socks at his feet.

"Adam, meet my uh work associate Christopher-- I mean Crystal," Lance says, shooting a knowing smile towards me.

"Hello," I greet and move my hand to shake his. Lance quickly sets down my arm and shoots me a glare. I confusedly take back my arm in a huff.