Haddonfield's Bloody Lovers. // Discontinued

Chapter • || Mature Themes || • Two

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Oliver's POV

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"So-, Uhm.. Why did you help me?"

Todd asked as he walked by me and back around to the bar to sweep up the mess of glass that had been thrown onto the floor in the previous scuffle earlier. "You hardly even know me.. Most people just turn a blind eye when that sort of shit happens, and go on with their day." Todd looked over at me as he dumped the shards into a trashbin under the counter of the bar, the blush fading from his cheeks, his anxiety visibly having slowly begun to recede. "I hope he wasn't too much trouble.."

I smiled, looking down at my rough hands. "Unlike other people, I enjoy beating the shit out of a low-life. I may not be rich, I may not be a good man.. But I have standards. You were a person in distress who needed help.. I am an able bodied person who could help. I helped. It's simple. I also like you. You're cute, you got a nice smile, I enjoy your humor, I also enjoy other things about you but.. I guess we better leave that for you to find out." I had eyed the ass Todd had, a smirk on my face as I hummed, going back to sipping on my beer as I slowly eyed Todd up and down, drinking in the sight.

I saw Todd grow red in the face, and I heard him chuckle. His back was turned to me as he began wiping up the spilt beer on the counter, only to kneel down and start to wipe it up the beer on the tiled ground below. "Well.. I appreciate you coming to my rescue all the same."

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The hours ticked by and soon evening rolled around. By now it'd gotten rather busy and crowded in the tiny bar, Todd managed to have kept his usual friendly smile though, somehow he talked to and served every person that walked through the door, seemingly leaving me forgotten. Though, I knew beneath Todd's happy and outgoing exterior, he was rather anxious and oh how he desperately wanted to go home and light a cigarette, drink away his anxiety, something, anything. Anything to alleviate the stress that had begun to stack on top of him as the hours only grew ever longer. I assumed he would usually go home at this hour, but his co-worker probably called in sick so he had to buckle down and do the entire shift alone. I, on the other hand was very unpleased. I hated that I couldn't be the center of Todd's attention.. Some women came up to me and tried to speak to me, but I didn't take it so well..

"Hey big man.. Wanna take one of us home tonight.. I'm quite lonely."

"Why not take all three of us home.. I bet you're into that shit~"

"I don't want three whores to ride my dick when I clearly have my eyes on someone else. Thanks. Now leave me the fuck alone or I'll cut your tongues out and feed them to you like an hors d'oeuvres." The women backed off instantly, one of them even started to cry but I only looked in Todd's direction, I was addicted to Todd and I didn't mind showing it. Todd was leaning against the bar, fumbling a cigarette from the packet in his pocket. His smile had begun to slip from his face and he looked exhausted. He almost seemed to be in pain as loud music began to bump from a radio sat at one of the ends of the bar, he cursed something under his breath as he held the cigarette between his teeth, struggling to light the end with his lighter. He soon seemed to grow annoyed and he gave up, shoving the lighter and cigarette back in the little pocket on his flamboyant shirt, glancing up at a little round clock on the wall above the bar and scrubbed his tired face with his hands. I noticed this, and I got quite the wickedly smart idea. I shut the music off, flipped on the overhead lights, and I started to clean up for Todd, a cheeky, obviously fake smile, plastered on my face. "We're wrapping it up early folks! Pay your fucking tabs and get the fuck out!"