"I don't care that she's upset with me. I already told her multiple times to stop telling people we are together. Im sorry mom but I got to go." I hang up and sigh, trying to focus on the road as I drive. I was far past being sick of Ella. She is a rich girl from my highschool that thinks she can have anyone or anything as long as she has money. She may be pretty with her gold hair and blue eyes but she has a shit personality. She acts all cute but arrogant at the same time. She's a human too. I tend to have a grudge against humans since lately the abduction and illegal selling of half beasts have gone up concerningly.
I pull up to my work at the bar Holders I work at. I wasn't old enough to be a bartender but I know the owner since she's my aunt. I get out of the car and walk in, doing my usual work to get set up to clean up tables. I got my work clothes on in the bathroom because I was in to much of a rush earlier to put it on.
I always struggle a bit getting my fluffy black tail through the hole in the uniforms pants. Since less than 20% of the population is half breeds, most clothes weren't made with us in mind. My aunt had cut the hole for me but my tail is so fluffed it's not easy to get it through the small hole most the time.
I check myself in the bathroom mirror, fixing my outfit a bit before looking up at my car ears on my head. They were relatively soft and adorable even with their dark color but more often than not they, along with my tail, drew unwanted attention because random people like to touch other people's body parts without asking apparently. I don't mind my features but they are a symbol to others that apparently says 'hey, in part cat. That means you can touch and treat me like one even though your a complete stranger.'.
I say hi to my aunt as she bartends before grabbing my supplies and getting to work on cleaning the tables. Occasionally people bothered me but I ignored them most of the time. A few hands touched my tail but I'm so used to it that even at a brief touch my tail flicks away. It did come in handy, the little habit. All and all though I was called in at later hours so I only worked for 2 hours before closing and cleaning up the place before saying goodbye to my aunt who decided to close up the place tonight.
I walk out to my car when my ears pick up on footsteps and before I can react two men grab me and put a cloth over my mouth. In surprise I accidentally inhale it and thrash around in a futile attempt to free myself. As I thrash I noticed that the men were grinning as my body grows heavier and my breathing frantic. I recognize the men from the bar. They were there tonight and one of the people who just stare at me. Unable to fight the drug any longer my legs give out and I pass out in their grip.