Emmett POV

Emmett McCarty. That's my name. Born and raised in adoption my whole life. I'm 21 years old and graduated with a master in business and management. I was supposed to be a CEO right now. But I turned it down and now I work as a bartender. I hate my job and I hate my life. I would like to work in the CEO the jobs still open for me, but I'm not going to take it. Why should I? Yes I would live in a big house and yes I'd have all the money in the world. But I've been through to much to not know that money doesn't by happiness. My life has been nothing but pain and despair. Every girl I meet is either a whore or has cheated on me. Never had love and never experienced. Every foster home I've been in I've been abused emotionally and physically.

I live in a condo. That's basically a dump and I have no life but my secret marketing business. Let's see, no love, no life, no car, and basically no money. I don't have anything. I want nothing. All I want is to be basically left alone. I exercise everyday but I stopped a month ago. I intimidate a lot of people by my abs and biceps. People always tell me I should be in a modeling agency but all that would do is because more distress. All of the bad things in my life and in past life I deserved. I'm a nobody and I deserve nothing. If I get beat up by a gang after my job than so be it. Nobody's ever really cared for me even my co-workers. So why should I care about myself? I don't have a family to help so why should I help myself? No one loves me so why should I love myself? I've been beat, teased, betrayed, and faced 2 near death experiences. I don't even know why I even keep myself alive. I have all the smarts but who cares? Cause I sure as hell don't. Get in my face you get punched if you're tougher than me I stand in defeat once again. I am what I've been called all my life…A loser.

Urge it's the same day after boring stupid day. I parked my bicycle and locked it up on the side of the club I work at called "Pezos" A group of people came out of their fusion. I glanced at them and locked the lock on my bike. I guess they saw me because they walked passed me laughing at how stupid and "Hobo(ish)" I looked. Anger boiled in me but I cooled myself down by snapping my rubber band on my wrist. That's what did when I got angry (to basically control my temper) or even felt depressed. I'd snap the rubber band on my wrist until I saw fresh blood oozing out. Once I felt it I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I shook off the feels of crying and hurting myself again took my bag and headed inside the club.

"Your late" My boss, Laurent, snapped at me.

"So what" I shot back and brushed passed him but he pushed me back.

"You listen to me you little shithead, if your late again I have no problem with firing you and then you can get your little ass kicked out on the streets. Don't underestimate me" He growled in my face. He shuffled me out of his way and headed to a table. Laurent was bigger than me and not to mention a pain in my ass.

"Looks like shithead's got more orders to fill" One of my co-workers, Corbin, joked. Hid friend Marcus gave him a "Knuckle touch" and they both went back to making drinks. I went into the back and hung my bag and hoodie up. I grabbed my pocket apron wrapped it around my waist and headed out there snapping my rubber band even harder.

The blue lights hit and all the girls or "users" I should say started grinding on guy after guy.

"Um excuse me hello" I heard someone call to me. My attention went over to the group of girls sitting down. Urge I hate girls who wear to much make-up. I walked over to them.

"What can I get you?"

The one in the middle had her hair all bumpy like she was some broken down jersey girl. She looked at me moved closer "I'll have you and your little peacock on a platter please" and she did this weird thing with her tongue.

I wasn't having a good day so I immediately snapped at her "You're going to have to come back tomorrow. That's the day I talk to hoe's" and I went over to another customer.

"Vodka rocks please" The guy said.

I made his drink and came back to him "You must have had one hell of a day" I commented. I really didn't know what I was saying. I was so tired and weak. I had been working two jobs just to pay off my rent. I had a part time job in the morning which was delivering pizzas and at night I'm a bartender.

He laughed "You got that right"

Silence. "Okay your weird" I murmured and walked over to get me a drink myself but before I could Corbin stepped in front of me and splattered a whole bottle of red wine all over my good shirt. "Are you kidding me? It took my all day to clean out this shirt" I yelled.

"Awe boohoo for the poor and defenseless" He taunted.

That's it. I lunged at him and started wailing him in the face but then a group of guys that he knew jumped over the counter and pushed me off of him and them there selves started wailing at me. One guy punched me multiple times in the ribcage. I felt like something broke and a guy punched me multiple times in the face and I could feel the blood coming out of my mouth and nose. This fight was different from the rest. It felt more violent for a minute I was happy because maybe someone would finally beat me to death and I could leave this cruel world. But they stopped. I felt broken everywhere and I felt myself panting and I gasped for more air.

Darkness was trying to take over me and I couldn't fight it "CALL 9111" was the last thing I heard.

How's that for a good first Chapter. Plzz review and tell me how you like it! Chapter up tomorrow and I'll upload the characters in a little bit!