6 months ago. 11:25 am.

“Ok, kid what’s your name?” Said the man with his thick Mexican accent.

“….. My name is R-Rage.” He said with a pause thinking well about his words before answering.

“Ok, you start today. But be careful, costumers can be harsh sometimes.” The man said again. The younger one only nodded his head ‘yes’.

He knew he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them. He knew it wasn’t his fault. He would have now a roof up his head and a warm place to keep himself safe. But life wasn’t a fairytale, not everything always has to go as planed. He had thought about every possibility, but there wasn’t any better than this. All that mattered now was money. In any form or way to earn them.

Right now, he was crawling through the scum, fighting for a piece of bread. His pale skin hadn’t any difference from the dead people, his ribs didn’t make the situation better, after months of not eating good, living in a total miserable situation, he didn’t think that things were about to get better for him. That was the last thing he could ever think of, in this battle of life and death. His hands were ice cold from the cold wind of November .

He began washing the dishes that were made that morning, thankful to the owner for letting him have the leftovers of the food. He soon lost in his thoughts, thinking about the times when everything was good. When he had a house, someone who loved him….

“Promise that you will never leave me?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“I promise. Whatever happens, I will always protect you. Don’t you ever forget that.” Ricky said cuddling closer to him in the warm, comfy bed and kissed his nose softly.

His eyes watered remembering what once was his. His hand went to the necklace, the necklace he gave him that day. The last thing left from the boy he loved more than his life. The last touch of life left to his body.

“Please, don’t leave me alone!” He sobbed at his chest.

“A-Ashley…. I-I’m s-s-sorry…. I couldn’t keep my p-promise.”

“Shhhhh, don’t force yourself. You will be all right. The ambulance is coming. You will be all right.” Ashley said again this time more panicked of something happening to Ricky.

“There’s no time.”

“Don’t talk like that! Everything is going to be ok.”

“A-Ashley, if I can’t m-make it….P –Please don’t be sad f-for me.”

“Ricky, don’t talk like that.” Ashley said shaking harder from before.

“I lo-love you ok! Always r-remember that!”

“No, no .NOOOOOO! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me! You promised. You fucking promised! Noooo, come back, please.” Ashley said crying over his , now, lifeless body as the sound of an ambulance could be heard somewhere far.

He wiped away the tears and focused on the thing he was doing. What was done, was done and there was no point crying over that. He had to be brave for him, he had to make him proud. All of this…. for him.

“Rage! Costumers!”

He left the last plate on the counter, wiped his hands dry and got out of the kitchen. A tall man was staying in the first table. A pale man with black hair, wearing a black jacket, black leather boots and black jeans. As weird as it looked, a costumer was a costumer and for Rage this was a rule.

“Hello, what can I get you sir?” Said Rage with a voice for the man in the table to understand only. The man took off his glasses and Rage noticed his emerald blue eyes.

“Can you get me a beer please?” Said the mysterious man with a deep voice. Now from ‘surprised’ Rage was getting ‘weird out’ by the way this mysterious man talked, looked and what he was wearing.

“Yes, immediately sir!” Rage hurried and got in the kitchen to take the beer.’ Never let a costumer wait.’ was one of the rules, somebody taught him, before giving him jobs. He took the beer and hurried to serve it to the costumer.

“Can I get you something else sir?” Rage said not looking the man in the eyes. ’Respect’ was one of the other rules. And just when the man was about to speak, the door of the club opened again and this time another man walked in. He was wearing all black and was wearing make up as well. He walked over to the table the other man was sitting. He shook the previous man’s hand and took a seat near him. Without saying a word to the man beside him he talked to Rage.

“Bring me a beer too.” Rage nodded his head ‘yes’ and hurried back to the kitchen. ‘Don’t speak too much but do as you’re told.’ was another rule. When he came back the men were talking to each other and Rage walked slowly to not interrupt their talking. When he was leaving the beer on the table he noticed something that made him go from ‘weird out’ to ‘panicked’ and it was the necklace hanging on the previous man’s neck. His hand reached his own necklace and he walked away. The men stared at him for a minute but he was too shocked to notice.

“Can, I open my eyes now?” No, not yet, baby.

“Oh, what is it? Is it a necklace?”

“Ok, open your eyes now.” He said and removed his hands from Ashley’s eyes.”Look”

“Oh my God! It’s a necklace. It’s sooooo beautiful.”

“Look, I have the same one.”

“Oh, I love you so much honey.”

“There was only two of this kind ever created. That’s what said the shop who sold me these.”

Now tears were falling from his eyes and he wiped his eyes quickly. Suddenly he heard the deep voice of the previous man calling form.

“Hey, guy!” He hurried to get back to the place the two men were staying.

“How costs all this?”

“10 dollars sir.” The guy nodded and held him a 100 dollars. Rage put the hand in his pocket to give him the change but the guy put his hand on his to stop him.

“No, keep the change for yourself.” Then he realized that his hand was still in Rage’s hand and he took it off.

“T-Thank you, sir!” Said Rage not looking the man in the eyes.

The man’s eyes traveled to the necklace of Rage. A little thing, yet so important that would change everything in a near future.

Notes

I hope you like this story. This is the first time I write something in this genre, so sorry if it's bad. I hope you enjoy. Comment what you think. Bye :)