The Deal with the devil

Katelynn POV This is my life. It's boring. School, work, work, and more work. I have three jobs so I can pay for college because I'm not one of those smarty-pants students you always see with books. Nor am I one of those spoiled brats of rich parents. I don't have any free time to enjoy with friends and explore the outside world. But it's fine. Better than having fake friends. At least that's what I tell myself. With its just being me and dad since mom died nine years ago he started drinking and gambling and building up dealt with dangerous man’s like the mafia. One day I was coming home from work when I got a call saying that my father was at the casino drinking and gambling and that I should come pick him up. I was walking up the stairs to my little apartment when my phone started to ring unknown was written on the caller ID. I hesitated before picking it up when I answered, a voice said hello is this Katelynn Smith? Yes, I answered to the voice on the other end. And then I ask, who are you? How did you get my number? I heard a sound of a muffled scream on the other end the man said, in a calm, chilling voice it seems that we have a problem your father doesn’t want to pay me my money, and I don’t like people who steal from me and do you know what happened to people who steal from me? All I can think is what did he do? They don’t live to see you tomorrow so I’ll tell you what I give you 30 minutes to come and get your father and for you to pay me my money I ask in a timid voice how much does he owe you? The man chuckled, and said he owes me six grand, sweetheart. s**t, I curse, umm mr? I replied, without knowing his name. It’s D’Angelo but you can call me Mr. Moretti. Ok ummm mr. Moretti we don’t have that kind of money. I say well sweetheart, you better find a way. He say emotionless. and before I can speak another word, he cut the call, leaving me angry and defeated