That Night At The Bar- Dnf

5

-George POV-

TWs/ CWs: SWEARING (when is there not I'm British.), Harassment

Karl has been gone for a while now, he's probably getting shit faced with the guy he likes and to be fair I don't blame him he is hot. It just means that I'm stuck with fuckwit Freya, she hasn't tried anything since the incident earlier which is lucky for me and she just kind of ignores me apart from sending a few dirty looks in my direction, I just roll my eyes and get back to working. I was still confused on why Freya, for 1, turned up to her shift and two is actually working. 

Everything had quietened down for a bit, giving Freya time to whip around and face me, Karl had been gone for a very long time but he looked like he was having fun so that's all that mattered.

"You really think you're amazing don't you?" She snarls at me.

Ew furry. I think in my head.

"Freya what are you talking about?" I reply tired of her shit already.

"It's all your fault." Her voice is starting to raise so I look around making sure no one can hear her because she sounds crazy as fuck.

"Freya why are you shouting? I still don't know what's going on?"

Snorting she grabs my wrist and drags me around to outside the staff bathroom, not going in because of obvious reasons.

God she's a pig now.

"It is all your fault, you think you can just go and do whatever you want you fucking twat." She is yelling now and I still have no clue what she's on about.

"Freya. What the fuck are you talking about, what do you think I've done?" I match her volume causing her to pause before her face turns from one of confusion to one of disgust.

"You little- you're getting him fired. Don't act like you've got no clue because it's all because of you." She quietens her voice.

"Who is he Freya, who am at getting fired?" Confusion laces itself through my voice as I try to piece together what is going on.

Before I can figure it out, I find myself on the floor, the side of my face throbbing. What the fuck...

I look up to see Freya eyes wide with fury and her fist clenched, then it hits me. She fucking punched me- 

I start to get up and she clearly doesn't want me standing as I receive another punch this one to my jaw and then she starts kicking me like the maniac she is until I can taste the sweet flavour of blood in my mouth.

After she decided she had kicked me enough she bends down to where I am laying on the floor trying it hide the choking that seethed through my whole body.

"You. You are getting boss fired. You reported harassment and discrimination so now we are getting new bosses. It's all your fault." She spits at me.

Wait what...

"Freya, I didn't report anything-" I start, earning another punch to my face.

"Shut the fuck up." She fires one last time before standing up and walking back round to the bar.

Shit. My whole body aches but I have to get up. I begin to stand ignoring the burning pain screaming in me. Freya's words ring in my head. It was all true apart from I didn't report anything...unless Karl. In that moment I realise that it was Karl, he reported because he knew I wouldn't. I can't bring myself to blame him for what happened as I make my way into the bathroom, looking in the mirror.