my homophobic boss

Tanner, I am warning you for the last time, if you don't pay the money till the end of this month, things will end ugly for you" 'As if they are very pretty now' I thought, and rolled my eyes secretly. If this was told to some other, he would cry and beg or probably go insane with fear but not me. I live under the rock of insanely heavy fear and has to lift it up all alone. every single day it starts the same. i hear this lines way more than I hear some regular good morning or an as simple world as hello. Looking up from the place I was thrown down to, I said, "I will, just give me some time. I don't get paid at work so-" "I don't care if you get paid or get fired, the only thing I know, is my money." The guy dressed in all black said with a black expration, a cigarette lightning and releasing smoke on his right hand. looking straight to my eyes he once again stepped on a pice of glass that was already fallen apart by him. His actions telling me way more things than he could spell and my heart start to race. "I am sorry, I will pay you off.. I promise" I said, prying for them to just left me alone. I looked at the clock hanging on one of the walls and gasp under my breath as I see the Time. Fuck I am late. The guy in black and all the other three mans, dressed some what same as him, left me alone and start to walk, probably to leave the house and I finally relaxed. The last guy walking behind them nudge the last bowl off of the table as the others stop at the sound of a cracking glass. "Ops, sorry man I wasn't paying attention, how are you suppose to eat now, but it wasn't intentional you know, I would never do such a thing" The guy say, mocking me as all the others laughed and finally leave the house. As they left my trashy looking apartment, I sighed and looked around the small room with all my thing's shattered around,making it look way more disgusting than it already is. It's not like I have so many things to destroy, but whatever I have is the only things I survive on. "At least they don't hit me today" With a long sigh I went towards the only door in my apartment, my bathroom and Walk inside, looking at my reflection in the cracked, blurry mirror, I pulled my t-shirt up. "If they hit Me today, I wouldn't be able to work" I take out a tube of medicine from my back pocket and start to apply it on the purple bruises I have around my waist and tummy, hissing and arching my brows at the burning Cold sensation. 'that f*****g hurts' I don't know why I am not used to the pain till now, I literally deal with it everyday. After applying the ointment, I lift my worn t-shirt up from the ground and wore it again before heading out of the bathroom to get my jacket. I don't have time to shower, i am already late for work.Stepping out of the house, I wore my old dusty Jacket and clench it around my body. Out of everything it has to snow today, wow just wow. I run under the falling snow untill I reach the busstop and immediately sit down on a empty place on the bench and start to rub my hands together, hoping it will ease some of the cold waves running inside my body. After sometime of waiting impatiently, I stand up and walk towards the only person I see seating on another bench. "Excuse me, do you know when will the city bus arrive ? It's already past 9 " The old man, probably in his 70s looked up at me with some what judging expration and wrinkled his nose up, but nothing less answered. "No kid, today all the public transports are closed due to some strike" He said and go back to his phone. I was shocked, oh no if I don't get to work today I will get fired for sure. I was not going to work from last three days because of my health and now this. I already took so many leaves this month. I can't afford to have another one, no I can't. I panicked, "Do you know if any other public transport is still working today-" "No I don't, now go to your house kid. If you have one" He said with an irritated tone and left the bus stop. I sat on the bench where the old man was seating and sadly cup my own face. No, not because I was sad for what he said, it's nothing new, but I was sad because I will lose my job. Today, today is the day I will get jobless and not Long after I will get homeless too. f**k my f*****g life. One more hour passed till I come here and still there is no clue of any bus. I was freezing and my nose was all red and stiff. I Know I have to go home but I can't take any steps. It's as if my body knows if I get back it will be the last time I will see my apartment. It's trashy, small, has no paint, don't have any electricity but whatever it is, at least it gives me a place that I could call home, my home, and I don't want to loose it, not after I tried so hard to get it. I looked up at the sky as my heart pound crazily insidede my chest. I have only one option Left and that's to walk. I know it sounds insane but I don't have any choice to select on. I have to do what I can do. I can't just sit here and let my only job slip out of my hand. So I stand up, tie my shoes tighter and starts to walk towards the destination far away from me in a Cold snowy day, alone.