Less Than Human

Jack's POV

The sky is a brilliant shade of blue outside,the birds are chirping and the kids are playing outside.

Me on the other hand? I'm on the inside, scrolling for documentaries.

None catch my eye, but that's when I realize the time to see that my shift at Starbucks starts in half an hour.

"Shit." I grumble to myself, but it gives me some extra crash on the side while my roommate tours with his band, Boys Like Girls.

I rush up the grey carpeted stairs and into my bedroom to get in the right attire. Then, heading back down to hop in my Dodge Neon to go to my job as a barista.

*Time lapse an hour*

"Hi, I'm Jack, what can I get for you, sir?" I ask the next customer in line, his arm wrapped tightly round a small boy's shoulder.

He couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen, I could tell he wasn't comfortable due to his mixed emotioned face, but was trying t look as happy as he could.His hair was almost like a toffy like shade and his bangs were swept to the side. Eyes shaded with fear, pain and a "Please save me" kind of look.

The man on the other hand, well he looked as if he could've been in his mid fifties. His hair was slicked back with what looked liked way too much hair gel and this eyes were as black as night. Anger and hatred filled him.

"Get me a black coffee, the boy a steamed apple juice and a Greek yogurt with honey." He snaps at me.

"Your total is $6.50 sir. What name will it go by?" I respond with kindness.

"Go by," He pauses for a moment. "Gaswhore."

The boy with the toffy hair flinches an before I can tell the man we can't use that name, he's already gone, shoving the little one to a table.

He pretends he trips but I know it's because of the shove. Landing on his knees, I see him wince in pain and whimper as he tries to gather himself together before walking with the man in the uptight suit.

The outfit the boy wears, that's a different story. It's skin tight and you can see light bruises upon his skin, I assume it's from the man.

I gather together the order for the boy in pain and the uptight man.

"Gascore!" I call, changing the W to a C since I believe i could be the boy's last name, certainly not a first and to create less humiliation.

I see the man speak something to the boy, giving him money. Then the scared one of the two rushes up to me, putting the money on the counter,grabbing the items and whispering something I'd never forget.

"Help me, I'm being trafficked." He quickly whispers, rushing off back to the table with the guy I now understood was.

A pimp.

Notes

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Till darkness completes us,
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