Killing me softly

11.

Jade;

The 4 hours flew by pretty quickly, I sat and basically binge watched TVD and doom scrolled through multiple shopping websites on my phone knowing damn well I didn't need anything, but what else is a girl gonna do?

I had made it to the bar and opened up making sure everything is ready for tonight. I normally have a few regulars who come in for a few hours after work but around 8:30pm that's when this place gets lively.

" hey greenie how ya doin today?" An older gentleman asks and I recognize the voice as one of my regulars as he says his nickname for me ( my green eyes is why he calls me greenie)

" I'm alright what about yourself Joe? The usual?" I said with a small smile

This man is like 60 years old, lost his wife to stage 4 lung cancer and he now finds his happiness in the short conversations we have which I don't mind, I'd rather have a respectful conversation with Joe than most of the males around my age or a bit older; they just don't have anything interesting to say where as Joe here he's lived through 6 decades when you think about it, and was even in the second war.

As I hand joe his drink I see a dark haired man enter the bar; one of which I had not seen before. It almost looks like he's wearing a face full of makeup; and he's tall very tall, no less than 6'5, kinda close to how tall R is. Fuck even just Speaking of him gets my brain going. When is he gonna visit me again? Is he gonna leave a little hint? Is he just gonna get bored one day and find someone else to watch? I hope he doesn't; low key somewhere deeply buried beneath the surface I don't want him to get bored and give up..

Which means next time I see him I gotta spice things up a little make sure he knows that I want to keep him around; and again that's even without knowing him or knowing who he is as a person.

" ma'am? Ma'am?" A woman breaks me from my thoughts and as I'm looking down I can see the dark haired man sit in the booth along the back wall watching the woman in front of me or is he looking through her at me?

" so sorry yes ma'am what can I do for you." I ask her with a smile wiping the counter infront of her

" uhm I really don't know what drink to ask for if I'm yanno in a tight spot so do you have a tampon?" She gets really close and whispers to me me and I furrow my brows for a second and then it hits me

She wants an angel shot, but didn't know what it was called so she asked for a tampon which is honestly smart as fuck I never would have thought of that; And if I can put pieces together that man in the back watching us is the one after her.

" right this way ma'am it's in my purse." I say going to grab her hand but she pulls back looking over her shoulder slyly

" uhm can you just bring it out? He won't let me out of sight." She says and I furrow my brows again

" well if you "need" the tampon I can't let him follow you into the women's bathroom, that's kinda yanno, disrespectful and disgusting, just go to the bathroom I got him." I say to her with a smile and going to my purse grabbing the tampon.

I hand it back to her and she smiles softly back at me before heading to the bathroom. The man stands from the booth heading over to follow her.

" aye Tony!" I tell and he immediately comes to the front

" watch my 6, yeah?" I say to him grabbing the brass knuckles from my purse.

He nods and I hurriedly make my way over to the man trudging towards the women's bathroom.

" hey hey bossman, can't let ya in there." I say stepping directly infront of him, his body towering over me like an oak tree.

" ma'am with all due respect my woman is in there and I'd like to go make sure she's okay." He says sarcastically smirking for a second before pushing past me and I stop him again

" and this is my bar. No men in the women's  restroom. that's invasion of every woman's privacy; it doesn't make a fuck if your woman is in there or not.  you will not make my customers uncomfortable so now I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I say to him grabbing his arm swiftly pushing it between his shoulder blades

" god damn it!" He yells out before throwing me over his shoulder knocking the wind out of me and as my head also hits the hard cement flooring my eyes begin to see stars

As I'm going to stand I see the man stalking towards me, angry, blood shot eyes staring me down. I really hope that girl got away cause I didn't just get fucking body slammed for god damn nothing. Just before this man can snatch me off the floor a chair is busting over his head; pieces of wood flying in every which direction.

His body falls limp, yep he's knocked out pretty good. I finally fully manage to stand fixing my top and jeans and brushing the hair from my face. I don't even look to see who swung the chair at first as I'm still slightly seeing stars, my world spinning heavily but I didn't think my head hit the ground that hard.

Voices are muffled and my eye sight still won't go back to normal. My anxiety spikes and I close my eyes for a moment maybe I just need to close them.

"You alright little red?" I hear faintly and my heart jumps from its chest. Is this real? Is R really standing infront of me and I just hadn't caught on yet? Or maybe I'm going crazy and I can hear him in my head ;remembering how deep and toned his voice was when he spoke to me the other night here at the bar.