EDITED: 17 March 2019.

Brooklyn.

I sat on my desk chair, glaring at the documents in front of me. I was the assistant manager meaning whatever the butthead of a manager found difficult was passed on to me. And it wasn't like writing down the income of our restaurant was a difficult task, the fat pig was just lazy.

I normally wasn't this disrespectful to someone, I was raised to respect everyone around me. But, the manager Roger, was a totally different matter.

He was the biggest pervert I have ever met and always tried to feel me up. Not only me, but all the waitresses also disliked him as he always tried to get in our personal space. He almost kissed me one day, but I had tilted my head avoiding it subtly. He was annoyed, yes but I didn't want to give my first kiss to some ugly man with a beer belly who probably only wanted one thing from me; sex.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I wanted nothing more than to go home. I was tired, as I had completed all of Roger's work today leaving mine pending. I could quit the job, but that would mean finding a new one. And in the busy city of New York, it was nearly impossible unless you sold your body or had plenty of money. And I wasn't going to do that nor did I have so much money. If I did, I wouldn't be working.

I glanced at the watch on my hand, I still had a lot of work pending, meaning 2 hours till I could go home. I craved fresh air, and so I slipped out of my little cabin and into the backside intending to go out from the backdoor only too see no one but Roger, and a tiny little girl, tinier than me, trapped against the wall. She was dressed in a waitress uniform and when I saw the tears flowing through her cheeks, I knew I had to step in before he did something bad.

"Move away from her, Roger." I sneered the best I could in my natural soft voice. I probably sounded like a kitten trying to roar, but I didn't care. I needed to act tough. Even if I felt fear inside. I mean, I knew little self-defense but in front of his huge figure, I was small.

He jumped subtly but turned towards me showing the nasty smirk on his face. I didn't know how people like him could actually sleep at night.

"And why would I do that, bitch?" He said in his scrawny voice, making me flinch. No one was near the backdoor of the restaurant, probably busy in the kitchen or doing tables meaning, we were alone.

"Now move along, unless you want to join us." He said, dismissing me. I was hesitant to stay as I knew, he was a lot stronger and men like him had no respect for women but I stood my ground when I saw the pleading look on the girl's face. If I was her, I would want someone to save me too.

"I will go away, but not without the girl," I said and he groaned as if annoyed.

"I think it's time I finally teach you a lesson, whore." He said and lunged to hit me, but as soon as he was close enough I bought my knee up and kicked him in his manhood, hard. He fell to the ground, clutching himself and screaming in pain and anger.

"You will pay for this, you fucking slut." He roared, before letting out groans of pain.

I felt scared at his threat, but ignored it and instead went towards the girl, who had started sobbing on the floor. I helped her stand, and rushed us out of the backdoor. Once we were far enough from the backdoor I hugged the unknown girl, who sobbed harder on my shoulder but I said nothing only rubbed her back in a comforting manner.

After a few minutes, her cries turned into sniffles and she pulled away, looking up at me with teary eyes.

"Thank you for s-saving me." She said hiccuping and I examined her again. Surely, she was a new employee. And probably too young to be working here.

"It's no problem. What's your name dear?" I said making my voice softer for her.

"My name is Sierra, madam." She told me in a timid voice and I smiled, pitifully. She looked barely 18.

"How old are you?" I asked again.

"I'm 17." She said, shyly and I looked at her with sadness.

"Well, Sierra I am Brooklyn the assistant manager of this restaurant. Why are you working at such a young age, dear?" I asked her, feeling bad for the girl.

Tears welled up in her eyes again, and I knew I had hit a soft spot so I quickly said,

"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to," I said.

She nodded and took deep breaths which I observed calmed her down.

"Sierra you will need to find a new job. This is too dangerous for young girls like you. Men like Roger are everywhere." I said, hoping she would understand.

She immediately looked at me with wide, panicking eyes and shook her head frantically.

"I'll have to fire you, Sierra. I am sorry, I can't let what happened today happen again." I said, feeling sorry. I understood finding a new job was difficult but nothing was worse than getting your innocence stolen.

She nodded sadly, and I felt bad for doing this to her but I knew I had to do. Roger was a disgusting man, who could do disgusting things without feeling ashamed or guilty of doing so. And no one at such a young age should be a victim of such. Heck, no one at any age should be a victim.

I patted her head and gave her one last reassuring hug. She returned it, and I took her number giving her mine as well so if she ever needed my help she could ring me.

Exhausted, I slipped back inside the restaurant through the front door hoping I could avoid the manwhore. The cashier gave me a confused look, as to why I was on guard looking everywhere but I just gave her a smile. Fate was supporting me today as I went inside my cabin, unharmed. I quickly locked the door of the cabin and continued working on the pending papers.

After a few hours, I finished completing my last document and checked the time. It was almost 8:00 pm, meaning Roger might have already left. Thank Goodness. I usually don't have a fixed time to go home, it always depends on the work I have to complete on a particular day.

I grabbed my bag and all the things that belong to me and threw them in my purse. I locked my cabin with the key they provided to me once I started working, and threw that too in my purse walking into the kitchen.

Waving every familiar face goodbye, I slipped outside through the staff door. Humming quietly in the silent night, I walked towards my worn out car and entered, roaring the engine on and driving away.

In the midst of my way home, I heard a car from behind honk multiple times for no reason. I looked through the rearview mirror to see what the heck was this person's problem, while still trying to focus on driving.

I might have not seen the car infront of me driving madly on the road, as it crashed with me and my car swerved. My car tumbled over and I could feel the seat belt crush my chest with a death like grip making all supply of air cut off.

I tried to breathe, to scream for help as waves of pain hit me with force. I could barely hear a crowd form around my car and people rushed to help me and get me out of the car. Glad to know humanity didn't die yet.

After a few minutes, I felt my conscious slip away but still heard the sound of an ambulance from afar. I prayed a silent prayer before giving into the darkness, that was threatening to surround me.

The darkness, that took the pain away.

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a u t h o r' s n o t e:

i'm too cruel. *evil laugh*

i cannot wait to see Diavolo's reaction to her getting in an accident.

but do you really think this was an accident?

well, you shall find out in the future chapters.

i'm also sorry for a really late update, i just had a lot going on.

sierra at top looking like an adorable puppy :(

thanks for reading.

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