Fighter

Chapter 39: Fuck Off

I sighed, wiping down the counter and cleaning up the last of the spills, got a shit ton of tips tonight, added up to 250$ the most I've ever gotten. People were buying me shots all night too, and they were finally hitting me, I was drunk.  I fumbled around for my phone, cursing to myself when I realized it was on under the counter. I grabbed it fumbling around and dialing Tommy's number.

"Hello?" He answered, I guess he didn't know my number yet.

"Heeeyyyyy" I slurred, slapping myself in the head when I realized how stupid that was, he chuckled a little, I guess he understood. "I'm finished now, can you-"

"Yeah I'm on my way" he cut me off, I hung up and grabbed my stuff, locking up the door and waiting outside.

It was freezing even with my jacket on. I held myself shivering, I thought about Jade, I was so proud of her for cleaning up, I knew she was a strong strong girl, I knew she could do it. I felt someone grab my arm from behind and I turned around on instinct and punched them in the head. A Mohawked man groaned, holding the side of his head.

"What the fuuuuck babe.." My eyebrows furrowed and the mans face became clear, Pete stood in front of me.

"Oh fuck no" I yelled, walking away but he grabbed my arm again I pulled away fast as I could.

"Wait wait wait! Wait listen!" He said running after me "baby please listen! I'm so so sorry I was... I wasn't thinking straight" he grabbed me by my shoulders, he was looking into my eyes... Sadness was in his eyes and I could feel myself wanting to hug him, he looked horrible, like he was drinking and crying. I pushed that emotion out of my head remembering what he did to me.

"You Need to leave me alone"

"I... I can't... I tried I... I can't fuckin' think without you baby..." He grabbed my hands placing gentle kisses on them. My face softened... I... Felt bad...

I heard a car pull up, I looks at my own car. The door swung open, out walked a furious tommy, marching right over to is an ripping me away from him.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE" he screamed, and his bellowing voice scared the shit out of me. "Naomi get in the fuckin' car" he growled, not taking his eye off of Pete. I stood there, looking at the both of them.

"Tom-"

"NOW" I jumped and got into the car, watching from there.

"Don't fucking tell her what to do Conlon, she ain't yours she can handle herself" Tommy grabbed his shirt angrily, both of their faces hard, ferocious.

"I'm not going to fucking tell you again, stay the fuck away from her" mad dog pushed himself away from Tommy, looking at me in the car and he walks away. Tommy got in and slammed the door, starting the engine an speeding back to the house.

"Did he touch you?"

"No"

"You lyin' to me?" He looked over I shook my head. "If I find out your lying I'll kill him." His eyes were hard, animalistic... He was dead serious.