Rebel Yell

Chapter Nine: Going Great Lengths

"What? Seriously. What is your problem?" I spat as Amanda bumped into me, making me spill beer along the bar.

"You're my fucking problem." She hissed back.

"Look, I had way too much to drink last night. I'm sorry for the stupid fight that happened. I just wasn't myself." I replied with a sigh, mopping up the beer.

"So you're not always a slut who sleeps with a guy she barely knows after a few drinks? and then shows up to work in his shirt?" Amanda asked in a high pitched girly tone, trying to get a rise out of me.

I closed my eyes as I sighed loudly, continuing to mop up the beer. Amanda grunted as she left turned away from me, counting the cash in the register as it was almost the end of the night. My blood was boiling but I knew I couldn't say anything as Sammy had already made it clear at the beginning of the night that if either of us started any shit in his bar while working under his dime, he'd fire both of our asses so fast that our heads would spin.

"You're gonna get chewed up and spit out, running with Billy. You're not cut out for that life." Amanda stated dully as she wrapped an elastic band around the wad of cash from the register.

I bit my lip as I threw down the towel I was just using to wipe up the beer and turned to face Amanda, "You wanna step outside again?".

"Classy girl, can't handle an adult conversation without wanting to fight?" Amanda taunted. "Why don't you take your tramp self out of here?".

"Why don't you take your 1996 highlight job and fuck off?" I asked with a fake smile.

"Amber!" Sammy scolded from behind me.

"What?!" I snapped not realizing it was Sammy calling me.

"My office. Now." He demanded as he stormed back towards his office.

Amanda smirked in satisfaction as I ripped off the black apron tied around my waste and threw it at her. I mumbled every word in the book as I stomped my way over to Sammy's office. This was either the night I get fired or the night I walk out of this shit hole. Sammy was smoking a cigarette as he held a black permanent marker in his hand, wheeling over to the calendar as I walked in to his office.

"You see this? Do you see these blue fucking circles?" Sammy questioned with his eyebrows raised.

My chest heaved in and out as my anger began to rise. A fake smile spread across my face as I nodded, acknowledging his comment. I could tell I was about to lose my cool. I tried to distract myself from what Sammy was saying and doing by singing along in my head with whatever was playing on the radio in his office... but it wasn't working. My hands trembled in anger as I watched him cross out the whole week that I was suppose to work. I groaned in disbelief as he threw the permanent marker across the room.

"I fucking told you two dumb broads! Don't be starting shit in my fuckin' bar!" Sammy hissed.

"Fuck you." I mumbled a little too loudly.

Both Sammy and my eyes widened as those two words slipped out of my mouth. Sammy scoffed before chuckling a little bit, wheeling over to the calendar and pointing at the rest of my shifts for the month that he didn't cross out.

"Fuck me? Fuck you. Not only are you not working for the rest of the week, but now you're not working bar when you do come back. You're cleaning the fucking shit houses!" Sammy shouted.

"Fuck that! I quit." I spat as I turned to leave.

"You aren't quitting. Your ass will be back. See you Friday, god damn kid." Sammy mumbled as I stormed out of Sammy's office.