Let them call me a rebel, I feel no concern from it I should suffer the misery of my devils were I to make a whole of my soul.
Unique POV:
As I walk through the street of Down Town in San Diego, I saw the homeless sitting on the street a place where they call hom. What is a home? To me a home is not been there never not even they day I was born. This is a story I never told before San Diego was my so call home and this is my so call life. Everyone said I was different my brother Abraham said different was good , my parents didn't think the same they push me always every time they could called me names and a rebel. Has anyone ever ask what a rebel is or what is being different? So many questions with no real answer.
I made my way to the inside of the Black Snake, this stupid bar where women will take off their clothes and dance on poles for man. Thanks god that was not my job I work on the other side of the bar serving drinks to drunk man. I made my way to the back to the bathroom where only workers were allowed I look myself in the mirror It been 6 years since my brother died and 6 years I left everything behind for a new start.
Flash Back:
I look down at my hands "look what you have done, have you look at yourself" I dad syelled at me but I didn't pay attention I brother just died and they were blaming me for it.
"are you paying attention to me" he said again "have you look at yourself Unique " this time he grab me by my hair "stop your hurting me dad" I tried to pulled always but he was stronger, he push me in front of the mirrored
"look at yourself the only thing I see is a piece a shit a please o trash" with that said he just walk always and left me alone , but this will be the last time I promised myself the last time I was going to care about them.
I moved one of my strips of hair out of my face, I liked my lips and pull on my lip piercing "Maybe t time to change and leave it all behind" I finally said, I run to my clothes and pull a bag and throw my clothes inside and throw is out the window, I run to my bed and got out a box that fit perfectly in my hands. I jump into the street and look at my house for the last time.
"You were right Abraham I am a dreamer" I turn on my heels and walk always to never look back leaving all behind.
End of Flash Back:
I moved a striped of hair out of my way holding it back with a bobby pin, my mom hated the fact that I did my hair Red, but Red is just –Passion- . I toke off my sweats leaving my jeans shorts on, and then I moved my shirt leaving only my bra that matched with my high top converse. I put my stuff in my bag them inside my locker, I made my way to the bar I jump over it to start my so call job.
"You know, if I didn't know better I will say we are meant to be together" I heard a man say as I turn around.
"And what make you think that" I ask with a smile on my face.
"Everytime I come here I see you" he said as he look at me
"Let me catch you up to speed this is my job" I said as I leans on the bar
"How about a date? He ask me with a big smile on his face
"How about NO" I said rolling my eyes
"Why are you acting so hard to get Unique" he asked, he pick my hand and brought it up to his lips
"Maybe cuz am just not interested Riley" I said pulling my hand out right before he was going to kiss it
"Why don't you get up from that seat and let someone else get serve" I said as I turn around to grab a bottle
"Hmmm Excuse me" I heard again god you had to be kidding me he was getting on my last nerve at this point
"Riley I said to get the fuck out of that seat and let..." I ask in a rude turn as I turn around and notice that it was not Riley, this is someone else someone different, his blue eyes were locked on mine they scream danger is every way shake and form, then out of the no where he five me a perfect shape smile that made this horrible world seem like heaven
"Am really sorry I thought you were someone else" I said looking at him with him eyes were locked on mine.
"It okay don't worry, am Orton, Randy Orton am pretty sure you seen me on TV before" he said as he smile again
"No, a sorry I have not" I said shaking my head "I think you may be a little over dress" I said as I pointed at his suite
Randy POV
I look down at my suite maybe I was but I just got out of a Raw meeting and the only thing I wanted was to get a drink "yeah I think I am" I answer back at her. She was a stunning woman a little more on the Punk Rock side but stunning near less. I can notice from what she was wearing that she had a few tattoos one on her right thigh that look like a face and the other one on her Hip bone. Any other girls will have flowers or hearts but not her she has skulls, as she turn around I notice the skulls made it all across like a path all the way to her left side of her shoulder ending with the world –DREAMER-
TBC?