Run (A Finn Harries Bad Boy fanfiction)

Chapter 31 - Footsteps

I traced the grain lines of the counter with my index finger, resting my chin on the surface. Yet another pointless exhausting day at work had passed, and I had began to wonder how the café was still running. To make matters worse, Dan had called in sick today, so I'd spent the whole day in this hellhole alone.

I'd been texting Finn for the majority of the day, I ever called him during my lunch break because I was so bored, but so lazy that I couldn't be bothered to get up off my sorry ass and go out for lunch with him. Liam however, hadn't tried to contact me once, and I was getting quite frustrated.

I couldn't stop thinking about what he had told me the night before. What had he done that had forced him into the business he worked in? What was so unbelievably bad that he couldn't even tell his own sister? It was killing me inside. I questioned if he had disclosed the truth to me about other things as well. Was he really going to sell drugs every time he told me he was going out?

Before I could throw anymore questions at myself which would confuse me even more, the door of the café opened and I stood up properly to serve the customer.

Wait. We had a customer. This happened so scarcely now I had almost forgotten what to do.

I turned to look at the man who had entered the café. He stood upright, scanning the room subtly. He picked up a granola bar from the cabinet before shifting round to face me, walking towards the counter. I put on my best fake smile as he came towards me, noticing the sharp scar that lay on his face, curving from the outer corner of his right eyebrow to the apple of his cheek.

"Just this please," He said, indicating to the granola bar.

I punched the cost into the till before telling him the price. His gestures were quick and sharp as he gave the money, saying I could keep the change. He had left before I could tell him we didn't do that here, so I just kept the tip for myself.

My frighteningly large obsession with zig zag took up the remaining hour of my shift, also draining my battery. Probably not the best move from me, but I had literally nothing else to do. It also helped to clear my mind, which was being attacked by multiple questions and overthought statements.

I spoke to Anya briefly when she arrived for her shift, still envious of the short amount of time she had to stay at the café for. I stuffed my apron in the drawer and picked up my bag, chucking it sluggishly onto my shoulder.

I was on my way back to my apartment, when I heard them - short, quick footsteps, which had been following me since I left work.

My eyes darted to the floor, noticing the dark shadow overlapping my own. I began to wonder why someone would be following me in the first place; initially thinking would want to mug me, then contemplating the other options there were.

I considered that whoever was following me had something to do with Finn, and quickened my pace in the slightest. Just a couple more minutes and I would be at my apartment.

I discreetly took my phone out, before remembering it had died and cursing to myself. I had not realised in this action that my company had hastened, and when I glanced to the ground, our shadows had merged into one.

I turned around, confronting my follower, only to be met with the man I had served earlier. Scarface.

"Why are you following me?" I said, attempting to sound brave, but even a 3 year old would have heard the faulty tone in my voice.

He replied by reaching to grab me. I stepped back, fishing my keys out my pocket and slipping them between the fingers of my right hand. The same hand I had used to punch someone a few days ago.