Vicious by West Sinden

Author:West, Sinden [West, Sinden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-07-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Connie’s text came through telling me there were no vacancies at the bar that she worked at as I sat on a park bench. My feet were sore from walking everywhere. I had been into nearly every eatery I could think of asking for work and there was no luck so far. One place said they could offer one shift a week, but that wasn’t enough to pay rent. Another guy had given me a lecture on how the government had turned the country to shit, and all the wealthy people controlled everything and it was their fault blah blah blah. I ended up walking out of there, desperately wishing that I was one of the wealthy.

Another text from Connie came through that she’d heard that a strip club was looking for fresh faces. Was I a fresh face? I felt a thousand years old, plus, there was no way I would be stripping down naked in front of a room filled with people. But would you rather live on the street? the voice nagged in my head.

When the sun started to go down, I got to my feet and started the long walk home at a slow speed. I noticed the guy from afar. He had that walk like he wasn’t going anywhere. I averted my eyes from him; it was best to avoid eye contact with these types of people. Because of this, I wasn’t prepared when he grabbed at my bag. It wrenched on my shoulder painfully, and I let out a cry before I switched to action. No way was he taking my bag. I tried to kick at him, but his fist flew out and hit the side of my face. I went down, but I didn’t release my grip on my bag. Then his shoe came in and kicked my stomach, and I screamed, but I still didn’t let go. He kicked me in the face, and that’s when I let go with a wail which was a mixture of pain and defeat. My head rolled on the concrete, and I heard the sound of him running away.

People came over then, peering down at me. “Is she dead?” someone asked, not sounding like they cared that much.

My eyes opened. “No, I’m not fucking dead.” Blood ran in my mouth, nearly choking me, and I struggled to sit up. Pain jarred every part of me, but the worst part was the realization that he had stolen my bag. That asshole had the last of my cash.

“Fuck!” I screamed, bashing my fist down onto the concrete beside me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tears flowed down my face freely, while these people looked on like I was a sideshow. Using the wall for support, I struggled to my feet. I wouldn’t have accepted their help even if they had offered, which they didn’t. I pushed past them with a weak limp; my whole body engulfed in pain. But I kept going until I reached home. The building manager barely blinked at me when I told him I got mugged.

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