*sips da tea*

Cameron

I have had five of these fucking things. Fucking five. And it still doesn't feel as if I have had a full magnum. I gave one mini magnum to my cat and ate the rest of them, yet my belly's still rumbling, not being content with the amount of ice-cream I had already eaten.

I had a sudden craving for ice-cream within an hour of being back in my apartment and now I am sitting here contemplating whether it's worth going into town to the dessert place for an actual whole portion of ice-cream.

Taking one more look around my shabby apartment I decided to go. Before I left I set more dry food in a bowl for my cat despite having fed him twice already since I came home. He is a fat cat who does nothing except jump on me in the night and scare the hell out of me.

But then again, I guess he is my only friend.

Fuck, my life is pathetic.

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I drove to the dessert place in practically no time and stopped the car outside with a sudden jolt, the whole car jumped back a little before completely stopping. I removed my keys, got out of the car and walked towards the entrance, locking the car doors behind me.

I glanced at the half lit-up neon sign which meant to spell 'Ice Hut', instead it read 'Ic   u '. 

I strolled in and glided into one of the booths near the entrance not fretting where I sat as long as I got what I came for as quick as possible. Lord, I sound like a drug addict. Oh well, I probably look like one right now anyways with my messy excuse of hair knotted around my face and my outfit consisting of old faded jeans, a black sports hoodie and some worn-out trainers. My appearance was inferior compared to my real dilemmas.

I drummed my fingers on the table to a tune stuck in my head whilst looking down the menu for the tenth time, getting annoyed that a waiter or waitress had not yet appeared. I had decided what to order before I sat down.

A waitress finally made an appearance and nonchalantly asked me for my order. As I told her, in full depth, she quickly wrote everything that came out of my mouth on the notebook she held in her hand. Whilst I was busy doing this, the door opened and the bell atop of it rung, signalling that another customer had entered. A huff was let out by the customer and the waitress visibly stiffened as she turned to look at him.

This piqued my interest, ever so slightly, as it was almost midnight and I wondered who came to this place at this time. Except me obviously.

I don't do this every week, today was just an exception due to particular events.

I didn't get a good look at their face but from the back, it looked like a very beefy guy. By beefy I mean, on steroids or some shit, not fat. He slipped into another booth, his body finally about to face me. Curiosity filled me.

I wanted to see his bloody face.

But the waitress had other plans as she stood right in front of my face and blocked my view of him.

She placed my order in front of me and walked away. I continued scowling in her general direction whilst I began to feast upon my grande sundae. I looked back towards the guy, to see the waitress now taking his order whilst still, blocking my view.

This bitch, I sighed. Anyhow, back to the more important matter at hand: my ice-cream.

I ate without another care of who might have come in or left, all my concentration focused on eating this sundae. I was eating sloppily as the effects of having half a bottle of tequila still lingered. I was practically moaning whilst eating the delicious ice-cream. Well, that was before I ate a spoonful too quick and I got brain freeze. And instead of moaning, I was now groaning. In pain.

I shuddered and shook my head during the last jitters in my head. When it was over I released a sigh of relief finally looking up from my sundae. I realised how quiet it was now as I was the only one here, even the waitress and the cashier wasn't even there anymore. I shrugged my shoulders before continuing to devour the sundae.

When I had finished I looked up to find the waitress or cashier still weren't back. How am I supposed to pay if there is no staff? 

For fuck's sake.

Well, I guess I should just leave some money and a note at the till. 

I stood from my seat, slid out of the booth and made my way towards the bar. I jumped over it landing swiftly on the other side. I found a spare notepad and ripped out a sheet before grabbing a pen. I wrote quickly and left it next to the till with my bill. I set down the pen and put my hands on the bar, ready to jump back over and make my way home but I heard something coming from behind the staff door. It was so muffled I wondered if I had heard it at all. Wouldn't be the first time my brain played tricks on me. Still, my curiosity got the best of me.

As I made my way to the staff door, my heart pounded in my ears in anticipation and interest. I've always wanted to go into one of these staff areas.

I opened the door and stepped to the side, expecting the waitress to pop out or something. But no-one did. I slowly manoeuvred myself so my head was peeking past the door. I saw no-one and silently slid in, closing the door behind me trying not to make a loud thud noise, it squeaked before closing completely. It was dark outside and it would have been in this room too if it wasn't for the light.

That light told me that someone had come through here but not back out, as they turned it on when they came in and if they had left they would have switched it off. This place can't afford to leave lights on by the looks of things. I hate to say it, even though their ice-cream is delicious, this place is not exactly a hot-spot and this area of London is rather rough. And nobody comes to an ice-cream place as rainbowy as this. Unless it's to rob the cashier. I can say that with my hand on my heart as I have been here when it has been mugged a couple of times, whether it was the cashier or one of the customers. Poor souls. 

At the thought of being mugged I checked if my side bag was still on my side, it was.

After that, I continued my search.

But then another thought invaded my mind.

The last time I saw the waitress was with that beefy guy and the beefy guy never left. Well, I never saw him leave.

So I guess that if I find the waitress the beefy guy will be with her.

Doing the Lord knows what.

Do I want to risk it?

But then again, if the waitress and beefy guy are doing what I think they are, then where the hell did the cashier go.

Hmmm...

Guess I shall have to find out.

I had walked through three small rooms, carefully checking if anyone was in them before entering them and now I was at another door from which I could hear hushed whispers. First, it was just a guys voice which I recognised as the cashiers and then another voice made it to my ears. It was a deep voice, and it sounded angry. I stood there, leaning my ear against the door, trying to listen. I wondered where the waitress was. 

I finally heard the feminine voice of the waitress, speaking louder than the rest and her voice was getting louder with every word she spoke. It was too late when I realised that, the reason her voice got louder was that of the fact she was getting closer to the door. And before I had time to react or contemplate what to do next, the door opened and I stumbled slightly as my face was no longer supported by the door.

I realised that the person that opened the door, after five seconds of staring at his tanned face,  was that beefy guy I was going on about. He looked chaotic as I am sure so did I. But it made sense when I looked at what was behind him.

There was a chair pulled up in the middle of the room and at its legs was the cashier. He was unconscious, there was blood pouring out of his nose and mouth, bruises were beginning to form on his face and arms and his arms were bent in unimaginable positions. Hovering above him was the waitress with a worried expression on her face. I noticed that her lip was bust. Her gaze switched from me to the beefy guy, let's just call him Bert.

"Who the fuck are you!" He shouted rather than asked. Geez, dude needed to learn manners. And I need to get the fuck outta here.

And that is exactly what I did. I pegged it.

He shouted something, but I didn't understand as he spoke in a different language before following in pursuit. I glanced back at the perfect time to see him reaching for something in his back pocket. Shit!

I ran out of the empty shop. Once I was out on the street I realised how quiet it was, the lack of any life on the streets dawned on me. But in a good way. In fact in a perfect way.

I guess I could let loose just this once.

I hid behind the garbage bin just outside the diner and waited until Bert's footstep stopped just where I thought they would. I heard him shifting around on his feet, clearly trying to figure out which way I had run. He then spoke in the one language I knew, amusement clear in his voice.

"Come out wherever you are, little girl."

Gag.

Times a hundred.

I heard the flick of him turning off the safety from the pistol he was holding and took my chance by jumping out and surprising him with a good old kick in the groin. He groaned and loosened his hold on his gun as one of his hands instinctively went down to comfort his manhood. I uppercut his jaw before I swung my leg towards the hand that was holding the gun as it was still out of my arms to reach. I grabbed the gun just before it hit the ground, pulled back up and hit Bert's face with the gun. The force caused him to tumble backwards and hit the floor with a thud but it wasn't enough to knock him out completely. The quick movement caused me to accidentally pull the trigger of one of the guns. It was a sound I hadn't heard in quite a while.

A high pitched ring sounded in my ears. My sight became distorted with dirt and dust.

I shook my head vigorously as the memory resurfaced.

Still dazed, he laughed, coughing up blood whilst doing so, and muttered something under his breath that I didn't quite hear. He turned his head to the opposite side of the street. And then I realised what a mistake I had made.

A black SUV was parked on the other side.

And you can imagine what the first thing I thought of was.

And so, I pegged it once again with the exception that this time I was in my car.