Broken (A Zach Bryan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

The diner was absolutely packed, Grace had warned me it would be busy but nothing could prepare me for this. Almost every single table in the diner was full and I was dealing with a particularly difficult crowd in my section.

"Hey, waitress, get back over here" one of the guys screamed at me.

"How can I help you?" I forced a smile

He looked me up and down and licked his lips "Oh the things I could do to you"

I nervously took a step back and bumped into someone else.

"I'm so sorry" I forced out, almost in tears.

"It's okay" the gentleman chuckled.

"Hey, keep moving along" the man from my table growled "I was about to get a piece of that ass"

My eyes widened as he reached out towards my ass, but his hand was quickly swatted away by the stranger.

"That's no way to treat a lady" he said sternly and ushered me away.

"Thanks" I blushed, then quickly rushed away.

The dinging bell of the door seemed to never stop, as I glanced around I saw Mr. Bryan. A genuine smile crept up on my face as I headed over to him with his black coffee.

As I approached his table I noticed he was sitting with another gentleman, a blonde. As I set down the coffee I blushed as I noticed the blonde was the gentleman that saved me from the awkward situation earlier.

"Hello again" 

Mr. Bryan gave him a questioning look.

"Hello" I reply "I'm assuming it's the regular for you Mr. Bryan? And what can I get for you?"

After taking their orders I walked back to the kitchen to fulfill them. While waiting for their food to be ready I tidied up the counter and checked out a few of the other customers in my section.

As I approached the table with their food I couldn't help by overhear part of their conversation.

"Is she okay?" asked the blonde.

"I don't know" replied Dewayne "but she seems to be doing better than her first day here"

I awkwardly approached their table and set down their food and headed back to the kitchen.

As I approached the counter Grace was giving me a cheeky smile.

"What?" I asked perplexed.

"What do yo means, 'what?'" asked Grace bewildered.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, still puzzled with this conversation.

"He, is totally checking you out!" she exclaims.

"Not a chance" I scoffed.

Grace just smiled back at me and got back to work.

Once Dewayne and his guest had finished up eating I dropped off their receipt. As usual he placed his cash on the table, walked up to the counter to say goodbye and headed out the door, the blonde man following in behind. I saw him take one last look at me before heading out the door.

"Told you so" murmured Grace.

I scoffed and walked towards their table to clean it up. While I was cleaning up I noticed a a napkin with blue ink on it. 

I looked down at it and the words read:

Feel free to call, followed by his phone number & at the very bottom he signed it Zach Bryan.

I quickly folded it up and tucked it in my pocket before finishing cleaning up the table.

At the end of the evening we had a lot of cleaning, as the crowd had made a mess of the entire restaurant. Grace & I ended up locking up later than normal and she offered me a ride home but I politely declined.

I was so distracted by what had happed today at work on my walk home that I failed to notice the person following closely behind me.

"Hey pretty lady" he whistled.

I immediately tensed up and a shiver was sent down my spine.

The guy from the diner grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the alleyway between the buildings. His hands were on my waist and quickly slide up my shirt. I stood there frozen.

"I just wanted to finish what I started at the diner" he winked.

He looked down and spotted the crumpled up napkin sticking out of my pocket.

"What's this?" He asked questioningly.

I tried to snatch it away from him but it was too late, he had already unfolded and read it. 

The look in his eyes changed and he shoved me back against the brick wall sending a shockwave of pain through my body. He then tore my shirt and threw it down to the grown and caressed my breasts as he jammed his lips against mine. He slipped his fingers into the cups of my bra as I tried to squeal to get away from him. He tried to stick his tongue down my throat so I did the only thing I could think of. I bit his tongue.

He recoiled immediately and slapped me across the face.

"You bitch" he snarled.

He slammed me back up against the wall and started to unbutton my pants.

"Please stop..." I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes.

He continued to fumble with the zipper of my pants when footsteps started to approach.

"What the hell is going on here?" the voice boomed.

~whisperingspring