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The Devil's Moon

Chapter 5

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My alarm blaring the next morning woke me up reluctantly. I tried my best to ignore it. I pulled my pillow over my head trying to drown out the horrible noise. Nothing worked, the blaring alarm ran through my head. A headache was an understatement. I literally felt my head was going to explode.

I threw the pillow at the alarm hoping it would magically shut it off. All it did was knock it on the floor even further away from me.

"Fuck!" I yelled and instantly regretted it as it felt like I just stuck an ice pick through my eyes.

I whipped the blanket off me and forced myself to roll off the bed literally landing on the floor next to the alarm with a loud and hard thud. I laid there for a second staring at the damn alarm clock before hitting the off button.

I could not help but groan as I pushed my hung over ass up off the ground. I looked down at myself and was disgusted that I ever let myself dress like this for a few bucks.

I looked at my phone that I had forgotten to plug in. It was at twenty-six percent. I quickly plugged it in and ran or hobbled to the shower. I only had forty-five minutes to make it to dinner. I stripped down letting my clothes land where they fell and stepped into the steaming shower. Jar would always yell at me for steaming up the bathroom. Luckily for me, she was already gone. I needed a nice scalding hot shower.

Unfortunately, I did not have the time to enjoy it was I needed to get this done fast. I quickly washed my hair and body and jumped out of the shower. I had not grabbed a towel, so I had to tolerate the cold air as I made my way back to my room.

I pulled on my underwear not even bothering to search for a towel to dry off with.

I wiggled my fast ass up into my black jeans and sucked it in as I forced them closed. I really needed to save some money so I could buy clothes that fit.

I then pulled a white tea over my head. I grabbed my hair brush off the dresser and quickly brushed out the notes form the night before. I would just have to let that shit air dry and hope for the best. I had no time whatsoever to do my hair. I quickly put on socks and my black sneakers and headed for the door. I grabbed my black leather jacket, throwing it on as I raced out the door.

I knew it wouldn't take long to hail a cab but I really did not have the money to pay so I decided the best way to get there would be to run. So I took off down the street, my body fought against me the entire way. Begging me to slow the fuck down before either my head explodes or I puke all over the sidewalk. Whichever came first, but I refused to let up. It would only take about another five minutes for me to get there if I kept up this pace. So I pushed on.

I arrived there right when I thought I would. I took a second to catch my breath then strolled in trying to pretend like I was not very much hung over from the night before.

I made it all the way into the kitchen before anyone noticed me.

"You're late." My boss said to me when I was tying my apron around my waist.

"Only five minutes." I said to her hoping she would understand.

"It's the fifth time this month you have only been five minutes late." She reminded me.

"I know I'm sorry. I could not catch a cab and had to run here." I told her.

"Look, Luna, I like you. You're a good kid I can tell but you can't keep being late. The others don't like having to pick up your slack." She told me.

I looked right over to Sara who I knew she was talking about. She had it out for me the second I started working here. I had no idea why. There was no real reason I just think she's a bitch who does not like being the second prettiest in the room.

"It won't happen again." I told her as I grabbed my note pad and pen and quickly made my way over to my section.

"Look who finally showed up," Sara said as I walked past her.

"Go to hell," I said with a smile as I continued past her to the family who was sitting in one of my booths.

I stood there for a second looking at the cute family who sat in front of me. The father was a large man with short, shaved hair, and a strong jaw line. He sat there with a soft smile on his hard face as he joked around with his little girl who looked just like her mother with their light skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. The son sat next to his mother. The four of them where smiling at each other, happily not even realizing I was standing there. There was something very attractive about this man which let me know he was trouble. If I was attracted to him, it was guaranteed he was a maniac. They always ended up being insane. I have horrible taste in men.

"Hello, my name is Luna and I will be your waitress this morning. Is there anything I can get you started with?" I asked them with a fake smile on my face.

The two parents looked up at me as the little girl continued to color with her little brother.

"Yeah, can I have coffee, black." The man said to me in an incredibly raspy, sexy voice.

I took my eyes from him and looked to his wife.

"And for you?" I asked.

I could not help but notice the way she looked me over real quick before deciding I was not a threat.

The confidence from her let me know that the love they had was real. I could not help but smile knowing that at least someone is able to find true love in this shit hole.

"I'll have a glass of OJ, and a milk for our daughter." She answered.

"I'll be right back with your drinks." I said before walking off.

The rest of the day went by with no excitement. The cute little family was the highlight of my shift. Everyone else was a bunch of assholes.

Eight hours later my shift was over and I was tired. I put my work shit in my little locker and quickly made my way outside. Once out in the cold air, I looked at my phone to see I had a missed call and one voice mail. The message was from Matt.

I could not help but smile as I opened up the message. I was really not expecting to ever hear from him again.

"Just checking in on how you're feeling. Foggy and I had fun last night. We should get together soon." He told me.

It was short and to the point. I wasted no time calling him back.

"I don't remember giving you, my number." I said to him the second he answered.

"You probably don't remember a lot of things from last night." He teased me.

"Well, that's how I know I had a great time. But you're right it has been too long. We definitely need to get together again. And feel free to bring Foggy, he's all right." I told him.

"Will do. But I got to go to class. I'll call you soon." He said before hangong up.

I put my phone in my pocket and headed home with a smile on my face. I may just get the chance at having some real friends here. That is if I don't fuck it up like I fuck everything else up.

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Chapter 3 - Matt's POV

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Foggy and I walked Luna out to her taxi before heading out ourselves. I had to admit she was the same free spirit I remember. Even though I could have done without her getting drunk and starting a bar fight. She definitely always had a temper. Especially when it came to protecting me. I couldn't blame her. Not when you have parents like hers. Even with everything she went threw she turned out to be one of the most caring and compassionate people I ever met.

She was the only true friend I had growing up. She stuck by me when most abandoned me after the accident. She was the only kid who stuck by me after my father died and I went to live at the orphanage.

"She was so hot. She was so hot!" Foggy said as he grabbed hold of my shoulder, pulling me out of my train of thought.

"Who?" I asked confused by his excitement.

"Who? Who? Luna, she's super-hot. And all those tattoos, sexy." He said to me.

"Luna's not hot," I responded.

"Yeah, she is. What do you think she looks like?" He asked me.

"I don't know, pig tails, braces, and clothes two sizes too large," I answered I thought about the last time I actually saw her.

"Try tall, tan, curvy, tattooed and so hot." He told me as he became extremely excited about Luna.

"I'll have to take your word for it," I told him.

The rest of the walk back to campus consisted of drinking jokes and stumbled around in the street. I vaguely remember something about avocados at law.

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The Devils Moon

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I left Hell's Kitchen and everyone when I was eighteen and never looked back. I never thought much about that shit hole I called home. I moved as far away from them as I could. All the way to California. I went to L.A. with the hopes of being a big star. Let's just say it did not work out too well. By the time I was twenty-five, I was completely broke and my big break had never come.

I had no choice but to move home, but I refused to move back to Hell's Kitchen. So I went to live with my cousin Jer-Jer in Manhattan. She was older than me and working for Wendell Rand at Ran Enterprises. So she was well enough off to have a two bedroom apartment that she was willing to share.

I was living in Manhattan for a few months when my past finally caught up with me one rainy night. An old friend walked into the club I worked in and sucked me back into his crazy ass life.

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I held onto the thin black tray of drinks I had in my hands as if my life depended on it. Which I guess it did. If I dropped these bottles I was bringing over to the V.I.P.'s I would end up owing my sleazeball boss money. I bobbed and weaved all the bodies who insisted night after night on making my job more difficult.

"Excuse me," I asked politely but like every time I was completely ignored.

The thing that sucked the most about jobs like this is no one gives a fuck about you. Unless they want a drink that is.

"Hey, watch it!" I snapped as I tried to pivot out of the way as a man with shoulder length blond hair crashed into me.

I spun my body away from his as I tried to regain my balance. I swooped the tray around at such a fast speed that all the drinks stayed put. My heart sank into my stomach as I watched the bottle of gold-flecked overly priced bottle of complete piss fall to the floor. At the very last second, a hand appeared and caught it.

I let out a massive sigh of relief.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry miss. Did you spill anything? I'll pay for it." The blonde man asked as he frantically looked me over to make sure I was okay.

"It's fine," I answered annoyedly before looking at the man who caught the bottle.

To say I was surprised was an understatement. The man was blind. He stood there wearing small circular glasses with a slight red tint to them. His walking stick in one hand the bottle in the other.

"I believe this belongs to you." He said with a perfectly crooked smile as he handed me the bottle.

I took it from him but could not speak as I tried to shake the feeling of deja vu.

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"You don't have to come visit me," Matt told me as he fiddled with his walking stick.

"I don't have to, I want to," I told him. "Just because you're a blind orphan does not mean you're no longer my best friend."

"It's just that no one ever visits here." He answered, the sadness in his voice broke my heart.

"You don't need to worry, you can't get rid of me," I told him.

I reached over and pulled him into a hug. We held onto each other for a few seconds when the Headmistress came in scaring the shit out of me.

"No touching!" She yelled, causing me to fall out of my chair.

Before my ass could touch the cold floor Matt reached out and grabbed my hand stopping me just in time.

Once I was steady he let me go.

"You know you have great reflexes for a blind kid," I told him, causing him to chuckle.

"Luna, it's time for you to leave." Headmistress Parker said to me.

"Why, visiting hours aren't over yet?" I asked, annoyed.

"Matthew has another visitor." She answered flatly.

"Who?" Matt asked.

"Hello, Matthew my name is Stick." The old blind man said to Matt as I was pushed out by Parker.

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"You know you have great reflexes for a blind guy," I said to him.

"Wow! I know I almost spilled your drinks on you but you don't need to be rude." The blonde man said to me but the only thing I could focus on was the slight chuckle that escaped the blind man's mouth.

I looked at him for one-second longer as I tried to remember every detail about my old friend.

"Matt?" I asked when I was almost convinced that the man in front of me was my oldest and dearest friend.

I watched as he tilted his head to the side like he was trying to listen to my voice more closely, and I was now one hundred percent sure who it was.

"Lune, is that you?" He asked when he realized who I was.

"Wait, do you know her?" The blonde man asked and for the first time, I realized the two of them were together.

"Yeah, we're old friends," Matt answered.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you since, what? Since we were eighteen?" He asked.

"Well technically you haven't seen me since you were nine, but yeah it has been that long," I answered, causing his friend to make a worried face, but Matt laughed instead.

When he stopped laughing, he handed me back the bottle.

"You didn't answer my question." He stated, nothing ever got past Matt.

"You know, I'm managing," I answered as I looked over his shoulder at the annoyed table still waiting for their drinks.

"How about you, taking the world by storm yet?" I asked him.

"I actually just started at Columbia Law School." He answered and I had to say I was not surprised.

Once Matt set his mind to something there was no stopping him and being a Lawyer was something he always wanted to do for some strange reason.

The blonde man who was now standing behind me cleared his throat getting our attention.

"Yes, this is Foggy. He's a friend from school." Matt told me.

"Nice to meet you," Foggy said as he held out his hand to me.

I looked down to the tray I was still holding and he quickly withdrew it.

"Sorry about that, you know, almost spilling all that on you." He said to me.

"Sorry for yelling at you," I replied.

"So you're going to be a lawyer too?" I asked him.

"One-day that's the dream." He answered.

"Great, well now I'll have two people I can call when I get in trouble," I said with a smile.

"Still causing all sorts of trouble?" Matt asked me.

"Well, you know me, always stepping in some sort of shit," I answered.

"Hey, where the hell are our drinks?" One of the men from the table I was supposed to be serving yelled out.

"Shit," I mumbled.

"Well, it seems like we are taking up too much of your valuable time," Matt said as he stepped out of the way so I could walk around him.

"What time do you get off?" Foggy asked.

"In an hour?" I answered as I could not help but smile at him.

He seemed extremely happy and his aura kinda rubbed off on you.

"Great, we'll be here. We'll have some drinks. Get to know each other. I can't wait to hear what kind of stories you have about a young Matt." He said.

"Sounds like a plan," I said before walking off to my table.

I could not believe I had bumped into Matt. Well, technically his friend but still it had been years since I talked to him. We kept in touch for a while once I moved away but after my life started to go to shit in L.A. I was embarrassed so I cut off all contact with my one and only real friend. A few minutes ago, I could not wait for my shift to end so I could get the hell out of here. But now I could not wait for my shift to end so I could catch up with Matt and get to know his new friend.

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I left Hell's Kitchen and everyone when I was eighteen and never looked back. I never thought much about that shit hole I called home. I moved as far away from them as I could. All the way to California. I went to L.A. with the hopes of being a big star. Let's just say it did not work out to well. By the time I was twenty-five, I was completely broke and my big break had never come. I had no choice but to move home, but I refused to move back to Hell's Kitchen. So, I went to live with my cousin Jer-Jer in Manhattan. She was older than me and working for Wendell Rand at Ran Enterprises. She was well enough off to have a two-bedroom apartment that she was willing to share. I was living in Manhattan for a few months when my past finally caught up with me one rainy night. An old friend walked into the club I worked in and sucked me back into his crazy ass life.

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