Night Shift/
One week later, 2:12 PM
Gentilly's POV
[Woah now, I want to give a warning here]
The events giving are based off of real things that happened. It will be graphic in nature, may hurt some or disgust. If you are sensitive to detailed gore, or harm of the young, you may skip this chapter when the next one is up, but there might be a plot point in this chapter that people may miss. You have been warned.
-Gentilly.
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Damn it was late, and the place is dead inside and out. I managed to get all of my cleaning done, grill, floors, fountains, and cooler, but no one wanted to come in and give me something to do. I admit, it nice to have the place for myself. My speaker was playing music in the corner behind the counter, and I was reading on my phone. I did my best to at least not fall asleep by drinking Beast energy drinks, but only two as I don't want to destroy my system, yet.
*Ding ding ding*
The front door rang, and an adult cat walked in. I greeted him like the rest and waited for him in the front, unlocking my terminal to check him out. He did what everyone else would do. Candy, snacks, cooler. He eventually came up.
"How are we doing tonight, sir?" I asked with a smile. He didn't really speak English, but in Spanish. I nodded and checked him out, but something stopped me and caught me ears. A high-pitched scream rang from outside the doors. I tried to get him to wait, but he ran out like he knew what was going on. I followed him hot on his trail, booking it out to stop at a sight I thought I would never see. A woman ran up to him, holing two children, all scared and crying. The man, who I now presume to be the husband, was talking to her. I looked around and didn't feel safe, talking loudly and gesturing them to come inside the building just in case. They did so and I locked the door, only to realize that the woman was leaking blood.
I got scared, and really fast too. I pulled out my cell and dialed the police. The woman, a gecko, had a large cut on her leg and a busted elbow and lip, leaking. In her arms was an infant, covered in the mother's arms, thankfully unharmed. There was another child, a little girl who was no more than a year old, but she looked horrible. She ate the asphalt, or what I can guess. Her face was red and scraped, blood leaking down the cheek as her eye was swollen. Her hand was hurt as well with a scraped knuckle with exposed bone. I wanted to puke, but I had to hold it together.
I got an operator on the line, explaining what's going on while I grabbed paper towels and rags to help the injured stop their bleeding. I was shaking at this point and managed to grab and ambulance. They pulled up and I escorted the family outside and to the care of the EMT's there. Police rolled up shortly and started looking around and asked questions. I answered what I could, but I still didn't know how this all happened. They left me alone soon after as they went to the family. Walking back in the store, I snatched a pack of cigarettes, ripping the pack open and snatching a lighter. Back outside, I smoked and smoked, calling my manager to get his ass here and fast. At this point, I went through five out of twenty cigarettes, feeling no change.
Twenty minutes later, Victor pulled up and guess who was with him? That's right, Bashir and he was sprinting towards me, snatching me up by the collar of my shirt and up in the air with an angered look.
"What did you do to them?!" He yelled through the accent. I couldn't answer, but I just kicked him square in the chest, falling to the ground as he stumbled back and eventually fell.
"Gentilly, just go home. I'll talk with you tomorrow when you come in. Don't ask, just do it, because Bashir thinks you did it, and I don't know why." Victor demanded and informed me. I knew why and it was clear when he was in my face. He was drunk, and God knows that if I didn't do anything, I would've been in the ground. Inside of the store, clocking out on the computer, the police rushed in and made a beeline next to me for the camera system. I yanked my bag from between them, but one looked at me thinking I was reaching for his gun. What the hell is wrong with people? I just left home, smoking another 3 cigarettes along the way, done with everything.
In the morning/
I didn't sleep all that well, up all night thinking about what I exactly saw. It was horrific and scaring to me, up to the point where the shaking just stopped a few hours ago. A shower didn't work, nor did smoking a joint, so I dealt with it, thinking away and listening to music.
*Knock knock knock*
"Who the hell is that now?" I groaned aloud, tossing the sheets off and downstairs, reaching the door before my roommate.
"Hello?"
"Mister Sa'Amara?"
It was my teacher, wearing what seems to be a mechanics uniform with goggles strapped on his head. I've never thought I would never see him like this, all greased and casual. "W-what can I do for you?" I asked.
He gestured me out, and I followed in my shorts and hoodie. "Let's take a ride." He said, but I stopped in my tracks.
"But, where to? Also, mind if I dressed first?" I asked with mild concern, turning slightly to show I needed to back inside.
"Nope." He said blankly, grin on his face. I got shocked in the instant and wanted to run, but was instantly blinded and pushed down, carried off. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out, so I listened….