The Gang leaders Girl COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 3

Pedia's POV

"Thanks again for dropping me off," I said, getting out of Sky's car.

"You're welcome anything for my best friend." She says with a smile.

I made my way into Groove Train Cafe and went behind the counter and to the staff door. I put my apron on, retired my hair, got my notepad out, and went to the front of the counter.

The Groove Train was not busy. There were only a couple of people in it, and most of them were served or have been served. So I got out the book from the library and started reading it. I was getting into the book until I heard someone coughing.

"Umm s**t, sorry I didn't see you there," I said, putting my book down and going to the machine.

"Sorry about that I got carried away." I said shyly.

"Welcome to Groove café. Would you like to take your order, or do you want a table?" I asked, looking at the three of them standing in front of me.

"Umm table for four." Hottie #3 said.

"Sure thing," I said, walking to the end of the counter to show table number 5.

"Umm, when you're ready to order, just call me," I said, turning around and making my way back to the counter.

I went to the staff door and refreshed myself, and as I was about to start reading my book, I heard the bell go off when someone entered. I looked at the person who entered, but I couldn't see their faces because they were facing down and they were on the phone, and from what I could see, he looked pissed at whoever he was talking to and looked around and found the people he was looking for and made his way to them.

After about 15 minutes, table number 5 was finally to order. Sadly, I was the only person who was not busy, so I took their orders.

"Good evening; what do you guys like to order?" I asked, looking at my notepad, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Can I get lasagna and coke for a drink?" Hottie #2 asked.

"I'll have the chicken schnitzel with solo." Hottie #3 said.

"Beefsteak with mountain dew," Hottie #4 said.

"Can I get a beef burger and a lemon and lime bitter?" Hottie #1 asked; he had a tattoo on his neck.

"Your food will be delivered soon," I said, then walked away behind the counter and gave the cooks the food list.

I go to the front and start making their drinks. Then, I walked to their table and handed them their glasses.

I felt the person with the hot voice looking at me.

I shivered.

I think someone has just walked past my grave.

My shift was coming to an end, Sky texted saying she was nearly there.

You all might be wondering how she has a phone. I worked hard for my phone and car, which I don't use because it's at my mum's friend's house. So my dad doesn't know about it.

Table number 5 was still there. Every time I would make eye contact with the person with the neck tattoo. My stomach fluttered whenever we looked at each other.

Is this what love at first sight feels like?

He looked hella familiar, but I do not know from where. He was good-looking for sure. But good looking is not even the word to describe that fine-looking species.

My shift was over. I was shitting myself; I did not want to go home. I pray they are asleep because I do not have another beating.

As I walked out, I could feel eyes on me; I looked up and made eye contact with hottie #1.

"Hey," Sky said as I closed the door.

"There was this hot guy; he had a nose piercing and tattoos on his neck." I looked out the window.

"Girl, did you take a photo?" She asked and I shook my head. The rest of the drive was silent, and the only thing that was heard was Nova 100. Then, finally, she pulled into my driveway and looked at me.

"This is where I leave you." She puts her car in park.

"Good night Sky."

"Night sleep well, let's hope that your parents are asleep,"

"Yeah, me too." I opened her door, got out, made my way to the front door, grabbed out my keys, unlocked the door, and opened it a little.

I turned to see that Sky was still in the driveway, and I gave her a quick wave, walked inside, closed the door behind me, and made my way to the kitchen.

I turned the light on and grabbed a drink of water, and as I was about to turn the light off, I was pulled by my hair.

"Where and why did you come home this late?" My father asked me.

I could smell the cheap beer on his breath.

"I was at work, father."

That word wasn't even the right word to describe him. Sperm donor sounds much better.

"I don't believe you stupid hoe." The sperm donor punched me in the stomach.

"What do we have here?" The c***k w***e asks as she walks into the kitchen.

"I found this fuckin' hoe in my kitchen." The donor said, releasing my hair.

I thought they had finished.

"Well, she should learn a lesson, don't you think, Harold," The c***k w***e said with an evil grin on her face.

"I think that we should, babe; after all, she was checking out the guys well, she was working. She needs to be tough a f*****g lesson." My sperm donor said and walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I knew I was going to see my mother again tonight.

He pulled out some salt and made his way back here.

"Baby, tie this filthy thing I call a daughter up. She should've died when I had the chance to kill her while she was on life support." Harold says, grabbing a chair and rope.

"Sure, babe, anything to get rid of her ugly disgusting ass." She says while grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to where the chair was, and tying me up to it.

"If it wasn't for you, your mother would be here right now." Harold says and stabs me in the thigh, and I felt it hit the bone. I screamed.

"If you weren't selfish, she would be here. It should have been you who died." He takes the knife out, grabs the salt, and puts it in the stab wound.

"Feel the pain I feel every day when I have to see you're f*****g ugly excuse of a face." He slapped me across the face.

I was crying in pain.

"I live off your screams, it brings joy to my ears." Susan said.

"Can I try?" She asked.

"Yes, baby." Harold said.

"f*****g piece of n****r shit." She grabs the knife.

"You were that cumshot that your mother was going to swallow." And stabs the same spot.

"One day, you root in hell, you fucken slut." I said.

"What was that?" Susan asked.

"One day, you root in hell, you fucken slut." I said louder than last time.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, you don't talk back to me," she gritted her teeth.

She started slapping me in the face and punching me in the tummy. This s**t is painful. I can't take it anymore.

Enough is enough.

I cried in pain; the last thing I remember was being punched in the face, and I was out.

Am I in heaven yet?