Another story I'm trying out. I hope you like it.
Entity Chapter 1
In a large room of an apartment, a teen at the age of sixteen crawled from up under his cover of his queen size bed and made no movement to turn the alarm clock off despite the fact it was getting louder and louder. The thin teen rubbed his face with his long fingers and yawn grumbling something about not enough sleep. He rolled onto his back reveal his pale skin and pink nipples as his alarm suddenly went quiet. The teens green eyes looked at his clock the snoozed button was pressed down by a ghastly, transparent finger. A woman in a white dress with red spots all over her hovered over the ten with a look akin to annoyance, she poked him on the forehead and the teen groan at the coldness of her finger. Why does the dead have to be so cold?
"I don't want to go to work today," the teen said groggily sitting up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes. The ghost over him merely huffed.
"You should've thought about that before taking that girls shift at that trashy club Lambo," the ghost scolded him like she always does and Lambo defends the clubs honor.
"The club is not trashy, it's a posh place," he said.
The woman snorted, "Posh my undead ass, you're still stripping."
Lambo snorted back, "I'm not stripping, I merely dance, two different things." Lambo was a dancer at a gentlemen club called Nightshade. It's exactly as Lambo said, 'A posh place.' Not just anybody can waltz into that place or work there for the matter. First and foremost to get a membership you have to be rich and /or have status. Second, you have to be sworn in, it's a neutral place for people who are in the mafia or politicians, if you have a certain kind of reputation to keep up, then you have to swear secrecy and you have to swear not to fight, argue, or harm any of the members working the club. Which bring in rule number 3, there are many types of workers in the club, you have you strippers, who basically strut around naked, your dancers actually do sensual dancing and you won't believe how competitive it is, because the more popular you are, the more money you make, but you don't make as much money as the Escorts and Call-girls.
Escorts accompany wherever their client wants to go so you have to be comfortable with traveling all the time. Lambo tried it as a favor from the manager since he was a highly sought out person at Nightshade, it was his first and last time doing it. His client broke the rules and tried to force sex on him, if he didn't wake up when the client tried to force himself in him, Lambo don't know what he would've that day. Consequently that client never came back. And Call-girls are exactly what they are. Basically it's a more legal form of prostitution, but the girls who are in it are so messed up in the head. Lambo blames what happened in their home lives.
And last but not least, rule number four is that if either the client or the employees break any of the rules there will be severe consequences. Lambo heard of a few people breaking the rules, but he never found out what actually happened to the rule breakers, but there were a lot of speculations.
"I don't see why you insist on working in that place, you're not desperate for money or from a broken family," the woman said. Lambo just gave her an exasperated look. "I'm just saying your dad gave you enough money to live on for the rest of your life."
Lambo dad or rather grandpa, is the boss of a mafia family. Due to some conflict with his family and another, his dad didn't want Lambo to get caught up in it, translation, didn't want him to be a liability to the family. So his grandpa tried to send him to a foreign country, but Lambo wasn't having it and demand to stay, so he and his grandpa compromised that Lambo could stay in Italy, but he wouldn't be a part of Bovino family anymore. It hurt Lambo to be kicked out of his family, but it would've been worst if he was kicked out of his home country. But his grandpa wasn't truly evil and gave him money.
However, Lambo knew the real reason why his grandpa kicked him out the family and that was because of his freaky ability to speak with the dead. At first his family members just cooed at the fact that he had "imaginary friends", but as soon as he gave his imaginary friend a temporary shape, his family did a one-eighty on him and he wasn't the precious child of the Bovino family anymore. It's a sad story, but at least he wasn't lonely, Elizabeth was the ghost who stayed with him up to this point and his dead pet cat he adopt when it was still alive. From time to time that cat would come and visit, but he hasn't seen it him in weeks.
"He might've given me money, but do you know how hard it is to find a place to live, without being questioned all the time?" Lambo could see his four year old self sleeping on the streets because the hotel managers wouldn't let him spend the night at their trashy hotel no matter how much money he waved in their faces. He spent the better part of his days sleeping on the street, he never gone hungry, but still it was bad. There weren't many orphanages around Italy and all of them were full and most couldn't afford to keep children in them. It was thanks to that mean old hag that he probably didn't die out there. It was a shitty house that had rats in there, the old woman was an old and bitter bitch, but she had running water both hot and cold and he had a bed to sleep in, he just had to pay rent, every week.
Elizabeth looked down, like she was guilty for even bring up that horrible past. "Lambo…"
"Look I survived my horrible life and now I'm here, let's not talk about this any further." Lambo got out of his bed to get ready for his second job. After all those years of hardship and his family abandoning him, his special abilities, and trying to keep his night life separate from his day life, completing school in the record of time because he's a certified genius. Lambo is looking for something stable in his life, he's just looking for somebody to be loyal to him the same way he would be to them. Is there anybody out there like that?