Part nine
The sun blasted
through his tiny window. His heart nearly stopped. It was cold and a
humid stench hung in the air. “Breath.” he told himself as he
forced himself to keep his eyes closed. He wasn't ready to...
"Hey
man are you still asleep?” Jude said forcing him to open his eyes.
Antonio sat straight up on
his tiny bed, that sat in the back of the bar in the office. Since
getting out he hadn't had time to look for another place to stay. To
him, the bar was perfect. He never was the type to buy some big
extravagant house with tons of bedrooms, fancy furniture, pools, and
a big kitchen. He didn't need any of that stuff. That was a waste of
money. His tiny bed in the back office of his uncle's bar was enough
for him. He was safe, had a roof over his head, food, water, and most
importantly he was surrounded by his family. That was all he could
ever dreamed about.
“There's a girl
out here asking for you.” Jude told him.
Antonio slowly pulled an
old Rolling Stone's T-shirt on over his oil stained jeans and stood up.
“Who is it?”
Antonio asked.
“I don't know.
She's pretty though.” he said, taking another sip of his beer.
Antonio stood
and watched Jude take a big gulp of Budweiser. The fact that Jude hadn't
died of alcohol poisoning or kidney failure was amazing to him. He
drank everyday. He would cure his hangovers with more beer and he
would still be okay.
“What?” Jude
asked, noticing Antonio shrugging
his shoulders, waiting for more details.
“That's it? You
don't know who she is?” Antonio asked.
“No, I don't. I'm
not your fucking secretary. If you want to know who she is, go ask
her.” he said laughing.
Antonio smiled and
slipped on his shoes. Jude led the way and he and Antonio made their
way down a long hallway that had the bathrooms in it. The walls were
littered with graffiti, Polaroids, and posters. People had signed
their names and drew obscene doodles on the wall as well. There were numbers of girls and their ratings and insults to other bar patrons. Pictures
of bands, famous visitors and posters of naked or half naked super models were the only untouched spots.
“She's sitting at
the end of the bar.” Jude whispered.
A young girl with
long brown hair and dark eyes sat sipping a bottle of beer. It was
obvious that she didn't like the taste of it. With every sip, the
muscles in her face would tightened with disgust. Eventually she
pushed the beer aside and fiddled with her hands.
Antonio wasn't sure
what to do as he stood and watched her. He was almost in a hypnotic
state. Part of him wanted to cry and the other wanted to scream for
joy. He was filled with a fear and happiness he hadn't felt in a long time.
The girl at the end of the bar could have been his sister. She
looked just like her, but it couldn't be. Antonio had watched his
sister die. He still had the blood soaked clothes he was wearing when he desperately carried her out of a torched building. Who was this girl?
(To Be Continued)
(To Be Continued)
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