Chapter 1

To prove I’m a psychic

“To prove that I’m a psychic I’ll start off by revealing some stuff about your past”

“Sure…”

“Well then, let me begin…”

7 days ago…

I arrived at the bar. The event from yesterday was quite the surprise. I have one week to prepare, my only option is to stalk her. However I don’t know anything about her. It’s impossible to stalk her

“Hey Liam!” Alex came over, I must have a customer then.

“Are they waiting?”

“Huh?”

It wasn’t a customer. Then why is he interacting with me? Well I’m not really going to complain, I’ve always wanted to have a friend in this workplace.

“What’s wrong then?” Alex seemed to have this look in him, he was worried.

“Well I haven’t seen my girlfriend since yesterday, I was drinking at her parents house where all of the sudden she vanished. I saw some empty beers where she was seated.”

“Well… why don’t you tell me what she looks like”

“Uhm… well, I’ll just call her again” before saying that Alex's eyes darted over to the note. It’s the rules that bartenders have to follow. Is it possible that he broke a rule?

“Well you do that. I’m going to sit in my room” I made my way past Alex and sat on my chair. I looked in front of me and recalled that moment from yesterday.

“Something is off” I muttered to myself

The more I think about it the more I realize. Alex was worried to tell me something because he broke a rule. That lady was drunk which Alex also said that her girlfriend was drunk. Lastly, that lady knew exactly where my room was even though I’ve never seen her. With that it could mean that Alex is her boyfriend.

That could be enough to make her believe in psychics. However, I want to gather more information. Mainly because that lady has intrigued me.

I took a look at my hand before standing up.

I made my way over to the bar and sat down next to some people. Any time I enter the bar I would always see them. It’s possible that they’ve seen the lady and can possibly confirm whether both Alex and her have met. Before doing so I wanted to get a drink.

“Excuse me” I sat in the empty seat next to them and put my drink down on the table

“I was wondering something. I’ve been here for a while and I’m kinda feeling something”

“I know what you mean” the man laughed and turned his body to face me.

“So, you know any one?”

“Well what’s your type?”

“Hispanic”

“Let me think…” the man thought about it for some time before finally coming up with an answer

“I saw a cute Mexican girl with curly hair, though I bet that hot bartender got her first”

“They were chatting a lot?”

“Yeah man, maybe you can try chatting her up though she’s stopped coming after that day.”

He didn’t see me with her. It’s likely that nobody saw me that time, the game was getting everyone’s attention it isn’t that much of a surprise

“Nah, I bet that girl wouldn’t even find me attractive”

“You’ve got nice hair, I’m sure you can pull some Mexican chick”

“Was she the only one?”

“Yeah, well the most recent beauty of course”

“I see” I stood up and made my way outside. Is Liam still trying to call her?

“Hey wait up man!” The man stood up and walked up to me.

“What 's up?”

“I was wondering what your name was”

“It’s Liam Lewis”

“Mine’s Mark”

Well hello Mark. I’m sure you don’t know this, but your breath reeks of alcohol.

I hate people who are extremely intoxicated. No self control.

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“Just Mark?”

“Yeah”

“Well I have to go Mark, I’ll see you around” I waved Mark off and made my way outside.

How am I going to enter the bar now? That thought didn’t occur to me till now. I guess I can try to just ignore him. I would think that most drunk people wouldn’t remember much. However he seemed to have quite the memory or maybe he just wasn’t that drunk at the time.

I decided to push away that thought and approach my next task.

That next task was proving to Alex that I’m a worthy enough friend to keep his secrets… I waited outside the door for a bit till I saw Alex put up his phone, he never opened his mouth so it’s safe to assume that she didn’t answer.

“Alex, I think I may know who your girlfriend is”

“Huh?”

“Do you truly want me to explain? Did you really think you can hide the truth from a psychic” I brought my right hand up to the side of my head. It’s something I saw in a TV show, psychics tend to do that apparently.

“I see.” Alex smiled, he ended up confirming my suspicions.

I’ve lucked out. I have the key to beat that woman quite easily. All I need to do now is ask a couple of questions.

“Alex, is it weird if I ask what she and her parents are like?”

“Uhm… well not really, I guess”

“Then can you tell me?”

“Why though?”

“Well I’ve had an experience before with a lady's parents and let’s say it didn’t go so well”

“I see, well nothing much really happened. We praised before eating and then started to drink once we finished the food”

“So they are a bit religious?”

“Well they had some religious equipment or whatever in their home”

“Okay, but why drink? Doesn’t that sometimes go against a certain religion?”

“Maybe, but they didn’t seem to mind”

“Nothing else happened?”

“Well when Maria was giving her praises she failed to mention the gods name, she basically didn’t praise them which made her parents have this certain type of look to her”

“Disappointment?”

“Not really. I don’t know how to explain it”

“So how did you handle that situation?”

“Nothing much, they gave me a free pass since I’m a guest and they didn’t want to put me on the spot”

“Are you glad that they did that?”

“My grandma was religious so I learned a thing or two by living with her, however she never forced me to do what she does.”

“Living with your grandmother?”

“Yeah my parents…”

“My bad, I shouldn’t have pried”

“It’s fine…” The mood changed drastically after the mention of his parents, maybe it’s best that I leave him be for now. If he ever feels like opening up then I would gladly be the one to be there and lend him an ear.

I left Alex sitting by a bench outside the entrance. I’m sure the supervisor wouldn’t mind, after all the bar fell off quite a bit after the game that went on yesterday.

I walked over to my room and took a seat, I think I’ve messed up. I raised my hand, it was my right hand. She grabbed it that day.

Chapter 2

Never letting go

“Maria!” I heard a familiar voice. I didn’t open my eyes, I just let them get closer and closer towards me.

“Alex” once I heard them right next to me I decided to speak up. Still I decided to keep my eyes closed

“Were you asleep?”

“No… how did you find me”

The location I was in was isolated, it was a small rundown park. The swings are broken and the slides aren’t even slippery. I myself was laying down on a bench

“I’ve known about this place, I just thought that you might want some alone time so you’d come here”

“Why not the apartment?” Am I interrogating him?

“Well that’s where I first check”

I felt Alex lightly push me over to the side, I could feel him sitting down right next to me.

“When will you open your eyes…”

“I… my bad” I opened my eyes

I don’t have any reason for my eyes being closed, nobody should have a reason for such a thing, but if I was to make up one it would be because I didn’t want to see you. I’m afraid about being lied to by someone as close as you, I don’t want to be played like a fool. However I also don’t want to figure out your lies. I just…

“Maria how about we get going, it’s too dark to be out here”

“S-sure”

“Maria…” Alex looked at me, we both stood up to which he ended up holding my hand “I won’t ever let you go”

I had a smile, it reminded me. I was drunk when I first met Paul, but I wasn’t technically drunk when I met Alex. I was at a bar, but not drunk. Maybe me being drunk doesn’t help me pick the best boyfriend.

I compared them, it’s probably wrong to do so. However Alex is better, maybe it’s because of the circumstances… I’m more free then I was back then. Still that doesn’t matter, I’m with Alex now and I wish to forever be with him.

“I’m sorry for leaving you” I tightened the grip of my hand.

Chapter 3

The reveal

7 days have passed since our deal, now is the time for the reveal to occur.

If he’s a psychic or not. It doesn’t change much, from my POV this seems like a drunk mistake by me and an ego hit for him. I was the one to rile him up, I guess it just depends on how far he goes when it comes to convincing me as a psychic.

I arrived at the bar, instead of entering the room I decided to go and hug my boyfriend first.

“Hey Maria!” He said it quite loud.

“Don’t say it that loud, I get embarrassed when many people look at me”

“Oops” I chuckled a bit before letting go of him.

“Where are you going?”

“To the psychic room”

“I thought you didn’t believe in that stuff”

“…I don’t, I just want to prove that psychic wrong” Did I ever tell him about me not believing in certain things? Or Did he figure that out?

“Goodluck”

I smiled at him before I made my way towards the door. When I got there a customer seemed to be stepping out of the room.

She was crying, in her hand she had a picture of what seemed to be her husband. Did he pass away?

I let the lady pass by me before entering the room, there he was.

“Take a seat”

I did just that. I took a seat and looked towards him.

I shouldn’t care, if he’s got it right then it’s fine by me. All that means is that he used some type of method that I wasn’t aware of.

“Before answering your first question I really want you to believe in me, therefore I’ll take a small glance into your past”

“My past?”

“Yup”

That should be fine… all my bad thoughts have been overshadowed by the good things, I’ve moved on from all events that happened in my past.

“Is that fine?” He looked at me. Do I seem nervous?

“Yeah”

“You're sweating a bit. Is it hot in here?”

I quickly wiped my forehead with my arm in order to clean off my sweat, while doing so, I didn’t notice any sweat on me

“Oh that’s my bad, I think that’s me who was sweating” he chuckled a bit and stood up to turn the AC on

What a bad joke. Is he purposely making me nervous? Was that previous customer staged? No…

Even if what I’ve concluded is true then it doesn’t matter, his goal was to put me on edge to which he did.

The only problem I don’t get is how he’d manage to time it so the lady went out crying right as I got there. It seemed too genuine so I do believe that he timed it so one of his customers came out at the same time as I made it towards the door.

“Let’s begin” he sat on his chair

“Put your hands on the table please”

I have no reason to refuse so I did just that.

“I can sense that something was going on in your family, you didn’t really like it. The reason for it was because you felt limited a sudden weight was put into you at a young age”

He looked towards me. He’s right, he too knows that he’s right.

“My senses are telling me that the problem was some type of religious reason. Perhaps you didn’t like what they did. Maybe you found it to be quite embarrassing”

This is weird. I was under the assumption that I'd gotten over this.

“I’m also picking up something about you going along with this religion even though you somewhat hated it”

Why?

“However something happened, something that made you not follow through with the religious beliefs. That event or events, changed you”

Why have I not gotten over this?!

I quickly stood up from my chair

“You dumb shit. I believe you, okay! Are you proud of yourself?! Did me saying this give you an ego boost?!”

“I-“

“How do you feel? Having a job that revolves around constant deception. Making people feel happy knowing damn well what you told them isn’t the full story! Because I know damn well that with every couple of customers, comes a moment where you decide to opt for a choice that makes the customer feel happy. You think and believe you're doing right and making a good choice for their sake, though I don’t think so! I believe that you just care about the money. You want them to come back to you while you feed them with bullshit lies. You are a pathetic… human being”

I made my way towards the door. I opened the door, however before leaving I decided to say something.

“I’m sorry” I closed the door before hearing what he had to say.

His silence made me feel quite bad, I’m not even sure what I said. I just kinda said it.

I made my way out of the bar till Alex called out for me

“Wait up!” He yelled

“What’s wrong?” He had this look, he was worried about me, but…

“I heard what you said. I’m sorry”

That’s right. When I went over to him he spoke quite loudly, it was as if he was telling him that I was coming

“Just give me some space”

“But-“

“I’m not mad at you, or at least not for now. I just need to dissect this situation before coming to the conclusion of whether or not I should be mad”

“I- okay” Alex turned around and was making his way back to the bar

“Hey look at me”

“Wh-“ before he could finish I slapped him.

“That’s an advanced slapping, just in case I am angry at you”

“What if you're not?”

“Then we’d have a lovely night one night”

Chapter 4

The Christmas shock

Christmas is soon to come, many people are already buying their loved ones some gifts.

However no one would expect such a horrible event to occur in this lovely holiday.

A lovely Santa was out giving presents, to which a sudden shot can be heard from an alleyway.

The Santa man was dead, right next to the dead Santa was a man.

That man was a psychic.

Has this man just killed Santa? Has this man ruined the Christmas of every young one out there as well as scaring those little ones for life?

How had such an event happened and how can a man do such an atrocious act

Find out in the next edition of the “M.R.T newspaper” in the section “The once most loved/known psychic is now hated by thousands for shooting a Santa that was helping the young folks by giving them presents”