Wasn't Suppose to End This Way, faze1315 [most read book in the world .TXT] 📗

eat all of this. It was way too much for her by herself. “Here is your food mam,” I set down all the food on the table, having to shift some plates around to make room.
“Oh thank you,” she nodded her head towards me.
“Would like anything else?”
The lady grabbed my wrist, “Would you please sit with me?” I looked at Ricardo, the chef. He did say not to say no to the customer.
“Why not?” I sat across from the lady. She looked in her thirty, golden brown hair in a bun. Her makeup made her look younger, and by the way she holds herself, I know she isn’t around this part of town. “I’m Robin,” I extended my hand.
“Julie,” she placed her hand in my before taking it back. “I know this might be a little… out there, but I need your services.”
I stopped my reach for the muffin and went straight into Robin Hood mode. That might sound weird, but I feel like I have you persona. One of them myself, then this other chick who is fearless, mean, and won’t let you run her down. Robin Hood is independent, while I on the other hand am not.
“Can we talk about this later in a more secluded place,” I pulled off a piece of paper from my notepad and scribbled an address there. “Four o’clock is when my shift ends. I can be there in ten minutes.”
“Thank you,” she stood. She pulled out a wad of money from her pursue.
“Aren’t you going to eat any of this?”
She looked back at me with a faint smile, “You and your friend can have the rest. Tell Ricardo that I said hi,” she walked out of the café and crossed the street. I waited till she was just a speck before picking up the tab; a seventy-five dollar tip.
Ricardo came out and hit my thigh with his towel, “Why are you standing around, I called for you!”
“Julie said hi,” I looked for his reaction, but he was a glass slate. The only thing that gave him away was the tears in his eyes.
“W-What else did she say?”
“To let me and William eat the food she didn’t touch.”
He nodded his head, off in space, “Sure, whatever. You have ten minutes.”
When I turned around William was already stuffing food down his face, what a gentleman. I sat in the seat I just got up from, “How did you know, your tables are all on the opposite side of the café.”
“Small café,” he shrugged and stuffed another pancake into his mouth. I laughed and picked up a muffin, chocolate chip. I watched William stuff and swallow, stuff and swallow. “Are we still on tonight with Isabella and Henry?” I put down my muffin, just so William can pick it up and stuff it in his mouth.
“At Neon?”
“Yes,” I stood from the table, leaving William. Getting back to work, I saw Venus across the street, lurking in the shadows. He was leaning against the building, arms crossed over his shoulders, biceps bulging. It was a sex in a box, hot sexy box.
I put down my notepad and untied my apron. I shuffled across the street, stuffing my hands into my pockets. “Are you stalking me?”
He shrugged, but a small smile pulled at his lips. “I have a lot of time on my hand. I actually came here to ask if you want to get something to eat after your shift ends.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have something to do after work, but I will be at Neon later in the night. You could come and I could introduce you to some of my friends,” I waited for a reply, but it never came. “It could be fun.” Venus stared into my eyes until I was forced to look away.
“Robin get your ass in here, or you are fired.”
“I’m coming,” I turned back to Venus, “Are you going to be there?”
“Maybe.”
Chapter Two

I wore all black, something that Robin Hood wears often. It was an old building, about thirty, but they keep the lights on because it is a huge hang out for teens. The lights flicker and the floorboards creak. “Is that you, Robin?”
I stepped into the light, “From here on out you call me by Robin Hood.” Julie wore a bright red jacket and pencil skirt, white blouse, and red shoes to match. “I have a couple of rules to go through before anything else. For one you never contact me, I will find a way to contact you, if needed. Two you give all information I ask for, no ifs or buts. Third you can’t tell anyone about me or what I did. For you it was like a nothing happened.”
“I promise I will agree to these rules,” she pulled out a folder from her pursue and handed it to me. “This man right here,” she pointed to a small stocky guy. Brown curly hair and the face of a troll. “He raped my daughter. But she didn’t tell until a month after it happened. When I went to court, there was no proof, no way to keep this man locked up.”
“How did this happen?”
“My daughter walks home from school. That day she went to her friend’s house and didn’t tell me, she didn’t leave the house until it was dark.”
“She doesn’t know where it happened?”
“No she was gagged and blind folded, but after she got a good look at him.”
“What do you want me to do then?”
“Find proof,” she pulled out another wad of cash and put it in my hand, “This is only the first half for just accepting.”
I put the money in my backpack, “Where does he live?”
“Everything you would need is in there. The only is that the next court date is next week, so please be quick.”
“I will try,” I nodded my head in respect before marching up the steps, into the lobby. I didn’t have a ride, so I walked home. It wasn’t far, the streets weren’t scary, but it felt like daggers were going to be plunged in my back if I took a wrong step. I constantly looked behind me, but no one was there, nothing but the things that lived in the dark.
*****
Isabelle came barreling at me the moment she saw my platinum hair, “I haven’t seen you in so long.” She embraced me, giving me a pat on the back before stepping back and giving me a full check over. Isabelle had dirty blonde hair she decided to pin up into a bun. Her tan skin glowed against the white lacey dress she wore and her green eyes matched her jewelry.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while,” I hugged her again, before turning to Henry. He was a large man, muscles was the main thing on his mind after Isabelle. He had brown curly and hazel eyes. He stood next to Isabelle with his arm wrapped around her waist. They have been dating since the beginning of high school.
Henry lifted me up, spinning me around, “Robin you look like a woman now.”
“Are you saying I looked like a man before?”
“No, but I didn’t realized you could clean up so well,” he gave William one of those weird man hugs. After we all got caught up we walked in Neon, looking for our usual table. Neon was the only club in the city. When you walked in it was completely dark, the only lights were the ones inside the cages. Many woman with what looked like undergarment swung around poles, hissing at anyone who walked by, and trying to convince people to let them out.
“What do you want to drink?” William whispered in my ear.
“The usual will be fine,” I watched William and Henry walk to the bar. When they were at of our sight, Isabelle grabbed hand.
“So tell me everything. Are you and William… you know?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
I laughed, “No we were never like that.” I looked at William at the bar, “At least I was never like that.” I turned back to Isabelle instantly smiling. I missed my best friend, even though she was the one who started my thieving. “What about you and Henry?”
“Oh!” She held out her hand to show me the huge rock on her finger. “He proposed!” I shrieked with her, excitement bubbling up inside me.
“When are you guys getting married?”
“Three months, In July. And of course the moment I was engaged I thought I should ask my best friend in the world. Then when she said no, I decided to ask you.” I slapped her in the arm and laughed with Isabelle. Oh how I missed her.
William set my drink on the table and held out his hand, “Would you like to go dancing?”
*****
William was exhausted, but I still had this buddle of energy inside me that wasn’t fading anytime soon. His dancing lagged and when a samba came on, he refused to take another step unless it was toward the table. I started to follow him back disappointed, when a hand wrapped around my wrist. “Would you like to dance?”
“Of course,” I followed Venus to the dance floor. His bangs were pulled back so I could see his whole face at once, the scar and everything. He wore a green button up and black jeans, something I have only known him to pull off. “How long have you been here?”
He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him, “I have been here enough to know a couple of guys has been eyeing you since you walked in.”
A blush crept to my cheeks, “So you have been here before I got here? Wow I feel like a jackass.”
“Don’t,” he brushed a piece of hair away from my face, “I enjoy watching you outside of the alleys. You look so innocent, but I know you’re not. You could kick my ass right now if you really wanted too.”
“Well I am not the only one fooling people,” I wrapped my arms around his neck, “you look all dangerous, but I bet you are a huge teddy bear on the inside.” I poked his chest, but there was nothing cuddly there, it was all man. “What did you want to do when you grew up?”
“What?”
“Before robbing banks and stuff like that, what did you want to be?”
“You can’t laugh.”
“Promise.”
“I wanted to be a writer. I liked the idea of creating my own story, controlling what happens, instead of wondering what will happen. I like to know that I could make anything possible in my books.” He looked down at me and a small blush appeared. “Cheesy huh?”
“No, not at all,” I put my head on his chest, feeling the way he breathed. We stood like that for a while, people around us grinding and hormones in the air, but we rocks back and forth to our own music. It was romantic and everything a girl would want, but I am not a normal girl.
I pulled away, feeling myself not being able to breathe. “Come on,