Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Pulling up into the parking lot of my job, I find a good spot. The spot is right in front of the diner but off to the side so no one is able to accidentally hit me. I pre-plan things in my head just incase - I definitely don't need anything happening that I can't afford. 
Stepping out of the car, I grab my keys out of the ignition, and my purse off of the passenger seat. When suddenly, I get chills. That feeling of uneasiness crawls up my back again, I check my surroundings making sure no one is around. Like earlier today, no body was there. Weird. I shake off the feeling and head inside. - The diner is decently big, big enough to fit a movie theater of people. There is a bar that takes up most of the left of the room, while in the middle of the area, there is about 30 round tables and seats, with some booths on the right side of the room and the back, next to a wall of windows. Behind the bar is the kitchen, that's where I head first to get checked in for the night.  
Walking into the back, I grab a piece of paper off of the wall that has my name on it, and I stick it into the small machine, clocking in. Since I'm done with that, I grab my apron, tie it around my waist, concentrating. 
I was concentrating so hard on getting this stupid apron around me, that I didn't even hear someone talking to me. 
"you're doing that thing again." Jonathan calls out to me from the kitchen. 
I look up staring into the kitchen, noticing Jonathon watching me. 
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
Jonathan laughs. "When you concentrate, you stick your tongue out a little bit." 
I roll my eyes. "Sir, just get back to work." Smiling, I walk away, getting ready to start working. 
It's been about 2 hours now since I've been here tonight. I've been taking orders, serving, and chit-chatting to Jasmine every once in a while. I went into the back to go grab some sodas and water for a table that had ordered them, I put them on a big circular plate to carry them out on. Walking out of the back, I start heading my way, when I pass these men. They're drunk, and by drunk I mean wasted. Noticing them staring at me, I hurriedly drop off the drinks to the other customers, giving soft smiles and saying my 'you're welcomes'. Walking past these men, I feel one of them smack my ass. Shocked, I stop. 
Now, these guys look like trash. There is 4 of them, all of em looking like rednecks, and not the normal type of rednecks. I'm talking about the sister fucking types. Disgusting. It also looks like they haven't showered in days. - Instead of cowering like a pussy, I stick up for myself. 
"Excuse me, don't touch me like that. It's very inappropriate." I explain to the man, trying to stay calm. 
The man snickers. "Oh honey, don't act like you don't like it." He slurs his words as he slaps my ass once again. 
I huff, getting more pissed. "I said don't put your hands on me." 
I try to walk away but course this guy doesn't listen, he goes to do it again but this time I was ready. When he goes to swing his arm again, I push it away, kicking him off his chair. He landed on the floor, hitting his head on the wooden ground. Pacing towards him, I put my foot right on top of his throat, pressing it hard enough for him to not be able to breath. 
"Listen you nasty fuck. I told you not once but twice to not touch me, yet you still did." I state. "I have the right mind to crush your fucking trachea, making you fucking suffocate - but because I'm a child of the lord, you're going to take yourself and your nasty ass friends out of here. Got it?" I threaten him. 
The man tries talking, but is muffled by my foot being placed on his throat. 
Taking my foot off of him, he gets up, forcing himself to breath. Rubbing his throat, he waves to his friends to leave. Instead of just walking out, he had to put in one more word. 
"Fuck you bitch." He tried muttering. 
I laugh. "Have a good weekend sir." I say giving him the finger. 
After he left, I let out a big huff of relief. Thank god he's gone. - Apparently the whole diner seen what just happened because they were all looking at me as if I had four heads. 
"I'm so sorry everyone! We just had a bit of a pest problem." Waving to them, they all just put their heads down, continuing to talk and eat like nothing happened. That's what's good about working at a diner in the neck of the woods, no one really cares what you do. 
Grabbing the men's dishes and beer glasses they left on the table, I go to bring them to the back kitchen sink. When I get there, I see Jasmine smirking at me. 
I look up at her from the sink. 
"What." I ask curious. 
Jasmine shakes her head. "Girl, you're always getting into trouble here!" She says chuckling. 
"It's not my fault that pervs are attracted to this place!" I say pointing to the sky whilst looking around the area.
I feel jasmine wrap her arms around me, moving me away from the sink. "I'm sorry to inform you hun, but it ain't the place. It's you." She says laughing. 
"Oh ha ha ha." I say, fake laughing at her. 
While Jasmine and I are talking, we hear the bell over the door ding. When that happens, it means another customer is coming in. It just lets us know someone is here, just incase we're busy and can't seat them. 
We look out to see which customer it is. Normally we get regulars. People who come in every night or every day - but this person, I had no clue who he was. No one did from the looks of it. 
"Who the hell is that?" I ask Jasmine, maybe she knows. She shrugs her shoulders up and down. 
"I have no clue, but he's at your table so... he's your problem." Jasmine says while patting me on the shoulder walking away. 
I give Jasmine the stank eye to let her know she sucks, as I grab my pen and paper to go take this guys order. Hopefully he's not a perv like the rest of them in this place.
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I posted this chapter a day early - only because I was so excited to share it with y'all <33 
Hope you all enjoyed!! 
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SalemMidnight 🌙