Tw: Fowl language and mention of violence!

People will always live with regrets, even those who swear they never will.

‘I wish I worked harder’ ‘I should’ve arrived earlier’ ‘I could have studied better’

Regret is just human nature.

The connivence store lights flicker above the cash register in an uneven tempo. It blinks like an novice winker, slow and awkwardly. The lights would buzz a loud hum, the kind of buzz that signaled the light would blow.

The walls of the store are a sickly white. Without the shelves, the dinky place could have passed for a hospital room. The only decorations to be found in the place was the horrendous poster of a old school model in back of the shop.

The poster was a fake blueish color that had clearly faded with time. Her body screamed fake as she had an unnatural tan with even more unnatural lips.

Amy thought the poster was interesting though, well she had to, otherwise she’d go insane listening to asshats all night. Tonight it was, thankfully , quiet in the store. Well at least for now.

The connivence store Amy works a night shift in is Robbie’s Everything Shop. it’s a run down place thats sprawled on the corner of a poor neighborhood. Despite of what one would except from a store, the place gets most of its customers at night.

Maybe because it looks so shitty, it attracts the worse of the worse. Well, atleast in Amy’s opinion, the people that willingly come here are grime of society. However, people around here aren’t shitty mostly because of what they do, its how they think.

Ding-Ding

“I aint lyin’ man! Hit him with a good one two and his ass crawlin for his mommy!”

‘Man I should have hit up Britney, instead of this bitch. Atleast she aint that ugly’

There it is! The shit people in question. Since she started this little gig she had been blessed with this power. The ability to read minds! A splendid power really, it makes her night shifts a little more interesting. Of course she can’t read every little fart of a thought people have, just their regrets.

The couple that walks in is sleazy, obviously so. The girl is wearing a black, too tight tube top with a baby pink mini skirt. The guy? He’s your neighborhood white boy trying to be a thug. He’s sagging in skinny jeans and wearing an over sized jersey. He walks in a stiff way like the jeans he’s squeezing in are to heavy.

‘Why did I agree to go with him’

The girl is uncomfortable, without having to have mind reading powers, anyone could tell. The way she leans away from the guy while she forces a laugh. How she sends her right and left thumbs to war as she talks. When he hugs her she bites her lips hard to fight back her disgust.

The couple, which can be debated, heads to the back of the store in a corner where Amy can’t see.

‘I should have just stayed home.’

There’s an obvious shuffle and giggle from the man, and honestly, shit is nasty. Amy takes upon herself to save herself, whoever is watching the cameras, and the girl grief by breaking it up.

“Hey! Come on man do that shit at home. This is a store not a back alley”. She speed walks quickly down the aisle with a run down broom. When Amy reaches them she’s met with, she called it, too close hug the two are having.

“Man fuck off, we aint doin nun”. The boy’s slang is so stiff, a 50 cent knock off of a black accent.

“Well if yall ain’t, then go on out the store.” Amy retorts, it’s too late in the night to deal with them.

“Well it isn’t any of your business what we get down too” the girl snips back. And wow. Amy is taken back in shock, the girl obviously didn’t like the guy, she’s heard it and seen it, what the hell is her problem.

‘I wish I didn’t say that, please help me’

The girl’s face doesn’t match the regret that just blasted Amy’s mind. Her face is twisted in anger, while she leans closer to boy.

“Well it’s not my business, but it is my job. Just leave man.” Amy tries again, her fists clench as she frowns. This girl needs to get her mind in check, it really confuses your average mind reader.

“Man forget this shit joint, lets go Jackie.” The guy is pissed, it shows in the way he snatches Jackie’s hand in a bruising grip and tugs her towards the exit.

‘Please don’t let him.’

Amy rockets to grab the girl before she could process what she heard. The girl looks shocked that Amy is helping her, and honestly she wasn’t alone in that.

“Let go of the girl, you’re obviously making her uncomfortable.” Amy mechanically retorts, she doesn’t know why she’s doing this. Amy doesn’t receive a big enough paycheck to intervene like this.

‘Can she hear me?’

Isn’t that the question of the day? Having her powers discovered was not on her bingo list.

“What’s the damn problem yo? You kick us out, now wanna keep my chick? You got a crush on her or sum?” The boy yells, his voice become high pitched in anger as he lets go of Jackie’s hand in favour of point accusingly at Amy.

“Look Adam let me solve it, just go home” The girl finally speaks up, her real thoughts this time. Amy would have applauded if it weren’t the wrong time to say that shit.

“Man hell no! you know what-“The boy pulls a gun out of his skinny jeans.

Amy knew this wasn’t going to be a peaceful night, maybe she should have called off.

Amy yanks the girl to go duck and hide as bullets begin to fly.