Authors note: I deleted this story because I wanted to start over and change some things to make it better. Hope you enjoy this one and comment what you think :)
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Crystal's p.o.v
If the world were asked to explain life in one word I bet they'd say complex. If the world were also asked about one thing they wanted the most or what people wanted to sought after in life I'd bet they'd say money, power, or happiness. In my personal opinion everyone wants happiness, they just don't know how to achieve it or know that they want it. They fill themselves up with things that seem desirable thinking it will replace the empty bitter void in life, things like drugs, alcohol, sex, money, sometimes even hurting others. Those things illusion themselves to seem fulfilling but you have to keep doing them to get that fulfillment and that only last for a moment not forever so they lose the meaning of fulfillment. Those same things seeming desirable are the very things that destroy you either physically or mentally, maybe even both.
My name is Crystal Blue Steward. I have been running from someone for about half of my life.
It's been so long that I don't even remember most of the places I've been to. At the moment I'm hidden in some busty old city with dead buildings and a barren society. When I say that I don't mean the literal sense, people had no emotion here or care for things. Drugs, Bums, and drivebys. Someone could be getting jumped or even killed and everyone walks by as if it's just the common thing. Despite those things, I have come to call this place my home. Is it the most ideal place I could find? Of course not. I wanted to be by the beach sipping on mojitos and strutting in my bikini while maybe losing my virginity to a surfer with sandy blonde hair and rock hard abs. Doesn't exactly have to be like that but you get the gist. Unfortunately I don't have the luxury to hide in a magnificent clear blue water island because the man chasing me would find me a lot more easily. Plus this place suits me and has grown on me.
My role in this dreamy city, note the sarcasm, wasn't the common drug dealer. It was a pizza delivery girl. Not ideal either but it was discreet. Who suspects a delivery person. No one. The man that hired me was an old French man with a shiny bald head, and pot belly named Louise. He always smelled of old cologne. He needed employees. I needed the money. Eventually we became very close. I liked him because he didn't ask many questions about my past. I think he knew things were up but he just never asked. He cared for me and I didn't give him a reason to, he just did.
"Mon dieu Elizabeth you're late again." Louise scolded
"Oui oui, I oversleep." I mocked his thick French accent.
"You think you're funny and since you continue to be late go deliver these pizza's." He ordered
"That's my consequence? I do this everyday." I snorted and grabbed the pizzas with the address on them.
"oh come on no not this place." I whined.
"Stop complaining and just get it over with."
I mumbled something under my breath in French and Louise gave me one of those looks a parent gives to a child.
I got into the beat up pizza car and drove to the address inscripted on the little paper. I pulled up to a motel. The sign was leaning and the stench of mildew mixed with rum filled the air around it. The brick walls were a faded brown color. I loathed this motel. The people were usually disgusting, rude, or perverted. Most of the time all three. I checked the address and began looking for the room number 70. I've never seen it and I've never delivered to that room before. I approached the bearded, long haired man who was at the reciptionist desk. His shirt was stained with yellow spots and he possessed a stale cigeratte scent.
"Where is room 78?" I asked as politely as possible.
"I don't know look for it." He replied rudely.
"Well I can't find it aren't you here to help with this kind of stuff?"
He rolled his eyes and pointed at a door next to him.
I went up to it and twisted the door.
"It's locked." I called out to him.
He turned towards me and gave me a wink.
"You could always do something to unlock it." He said roughly.
See what I mean perverted.
I put down the pizza and walked back over to him.
"Either you unlock the door or I take the keys and do it myself." He didn't budge and looked me over licking his chapped lips.
I could leave and tell Louise what happened or I could forcefully take the keys, I thought to myself. Option two was more appealing to me. I balled up my fist and punched him square in his nose and neck. He hunched over his desk and held his face.
"Here are the keys!" He wept out while handing me the keys.
I lifted up his head and blood flowed down his nose.
I tilted his head back gently.
"This will help more to stop the bleeding."
He nodded and stayed in that position. I took the keys and opened the door. Then I carried the pizzas as I did before into the hallway. A big door was at the end having the number 70 on it in black. I figured it must be a suite. I never knew this place even had a suite.
I knocked on the door firmly and waited patiently. When the door opened, two colossal men in black shirts and black pants, stood there with blank faces. One had tattoos covering his neck and had a larger build to him. The other one was skinner but he didn't look less intimidating at all.
"I have a delivery for this address. Two large Pepperoni's." I read aloud the order.
The men snatched the pizzas and shut the door in my face.
I wasn't quick to anger. I just don't tolerate certain things.
I banged on the door many times until someone answered the wooden door.
The door was opened abruptly. I expected to see the same two men but this time it was another man. He wore a suit with a red shirt inside of the jacket. He had a scar on his cheek but it only enhanced his incredible features on his olive toned skin. That jaw of his looked chiseled to perfection. He had pale green eyes that seemed dark with the little emotion he had in them. He was just as tall as the two men who answered the door maybe even an inch taller. In a much more basic description he was pretty damn good looking. I pushed away those thoughts in my head and cleared my throat.
He looked at my name tag, and back up to me. He eyed me down and I began to grow uncomfortable.
"Why are you banging on my door chica." He spoke smoothly.
"You didn't pay."
He pulled out a wad of cash in his pocket and flipped through it, pulling out 100 dollars.
"I don't have change." I said rejecting the money.
"I wasn't expecting any I'm giving you this because it looks like you'll be needing it." He smirked and plucked my shirt.
I nodded and grabbed the money from his hands. Then I ripped the piece of paper in front of him.
"Does it look like I'll need it now?"
His men stood up and came to his side. He glared at me and I remained still unimitated by his stare.
His men took a step closer to me and he pushed them away. He said something in Spanish, it must've been an order because they went to sit back down.
Since it didn't look like anything was going anywhere I headed for the door but a hand gripped around my arm pulling me back and turning me to face the pale green eyed man.
"I'll be seeing you later." He hissed.
I snatched my arm back and rolled my eyes.
"Okay asshole." That was my last comment to him before I left.
That was an entirely odd encounter. Something didn't feel right about him. He left a sour feeling at the pit of my stomach. Who stays in a motel like this with that kind of money. He was probably a drug dealer. I forced the thoughts and perculiar feelings in the back of my head to concentrate on delivering the rest of the pizzas for today.
I continued on with work until my shift ended at night.
"Later Louige." I waved goodbye and took off my hat.
"Elizabeth we got a complaint earlier."
"Was it about the food again. I really think you should change your recipe." I teased.
"No it's not my food it's you. A man called saying you pounded on his door. You barged in his room. Ripped up the money he gave you and you called him an asshole." He told me.
"Okay I think he left some things out of there like why I did those things."
"Elizabeth why did you do it then?" He asked
"Okay first they slammed the door in my face and didn't pay. So I knocked on the door. Maybe I knocked harder than I anticipated but It was knocking.
The money ripping part was because he insulted me by handing me 100 dollars an-"
"YOU RIPPED 100 DOLLARS!?" Louise yelled
"Well yeah but it was because he insulted me." I said as if it were obvious.
"You're going to go back there tomorrow morning and apologize."
"Hahaha no."
"Yes and you aren't coming back until you do. I'll be checking by the way."
I sighed and left. I was cursing aloud until I looked up at the starry night sky. This type of thing in this city was rare as far as I could tell. You would think people would appreciate this more especially as shitty as this place is. My thoughts were now replaced with quietness. It was so calm that it almost frightened me.
I finished gazing at the sky and walked home. I did my little routine which consisted of checking to see if anything was out of place or missing to rid of my paranoia. Then I took some sleeping pills and collasped on the couch. I became drowsy and everything faded into blackness.
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