Something Worth Fighting For (REWRITING)

Chapter One

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I stood in front of my mirror and adjusted my uniform. It's been two years since I was banished from my home. When they left me in the middle of the forest I stayed there for days, hoping maybe they would come back for me. But they never did. Luckily I still had my powers and with them I quickly made it to a road. I waited till a car came and some old man picked me up and took me the town where I now live.

I sighed and tried to pull the short skirt down, not liking how much skin it showed. When I came here I was desperate for a job. The only one available was at this small diner...for gentlemen. No, it's not a strip club it's just a place for men to come and be served by attractive women. But I was desperate at the time so I took what I could.

I walked out of my room and ran to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before I had to go to work. I made a sandwich and practically swallowed it whole as I pulled on my heels and walked out the door. I was able to rent an old apartment but not a car. I don't really need one though. I prefer walking and the town was small enough that I could get anywhere on foot.

By the time I got to the diner it was packed. I clocked in and walked over to my friend Megan. She was a fiery red head with bright green eyes that could make anyone melt.

"Wow this place is busy! I wonder what all these people are doing here on a Wednesday night."

"I don't know but they aren't the regular costumers. Look at them." I turned and took a closer look. They weren't men at all! They all looked to be in their early twenties, if that!

"Huh. Well we better get to work!" I began to walk away when she grabbed my arm and yanked be back to her.

"River, you better unbutton your shirt. You know he will be furious." I just rolled my eyes and leaned around her to grab my little notebook and pen.

"I don't care. He doesn't scare me." I had barely gotten those words out before I heard my name being screamed. Megan chuckled.

"Speak of the devil! Good luck." I walked around her and into the kitchen. My boss stood there with a very displeased look on his face.

"You called?" He just glared at me before waving me to follow him. He led me to his office and shut the door behind him.

"Damon, did I do something wrong?" Damon was a good looking man in his late twenties with dark hair and the beautiful blue green eyes but he had the worst temper. He stalked over to me and pushed me against the wall.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" He began. His hands moved down to my thighs and pushed the skirt up until it barely covered my butt.

"This is a gentlemen's diner, not a church." His hands moved up my stomach and to my breasts where he stopped them for a second before ripping open my shirt. I could easily stop him but not without exposing myself, and that's something I couldn't risk.

"The only reason I hired you is because you have the body and face for this job. And I can't fire you now because you have become a favorite. So you will wear the dress code or we will have to do this every night. Which I don't mind but I'm sure your innocent self does." He arranged my white button up shirt so that it showed parts of my black laced bra. Once he was done he stepped away and examined me.

"Get back to work." He sighed. I wasted no time getting out of there. Sadly this wasn't the first time this has happened. He hired me when I was sixteen and I think he does this at least once every month for the last two years. I growled to myself as I walked out of the kitchen where Megan was waiting for me.

"How did it go?" I said nothing and instead motioned to my now exposed body. "I'm sorry Riv. I wish I could help."

"Its fine I'm used to it." I grumbled as I grabbed my stuff and walked into the sitting area. The minute I did a symphony of wolf whistles exploded through the air. I just ignored it and walked to my section of the room, stopping at the first table. It was a table with four guys no older than twenty and they were all very attractive. One had brown hair that was short yet messy, another had black hair down to his shoulders, another one had brown hair but it was spiked up. The last one had red hair, but not as bright as Megan's. I gave them their menus before asking what they wanted to drink.

"I'll have a beer please." The blonde one said with a smile. They all ordered some sort of alcohol and I knew they weren't over twenty-one but knew better than to ID them. Damon doesn't care who he serves as long as they have money. I went to the bar and found Megan pouring drinks.

"Who are all these people?" I asked as I filled up a glass of beer.

"I have no idea, but they are so hot! Like, there's not one ugly one here. I even got a few numbers!" She pulled a napkin out of her bra and sure enough it had a bunch of numbers written on it. I burst out laughing.

"You would get their numbers."

"Hey they asked me!"

"Sure." I chuckled as I put all the drinks on a tray and walked back to the table. They all took their drinks with a thanks and began to order. Of course they all ordered steak. That's really all the men order in here. I took their menus and started walking back to the kitchen.

On my way I passed a table of more boys who were eyeing me up like a piece of meat. As I walked by one reached out and grabbed my butt and then laughed to his friends. I laughed to myself knowing he would regret that.

I moved behind the bar where I could still see him and watched as he took a drink of his beer. Once he put it down I clenched my fist causing the water to boil. I watched in glee as he put the bottle up to his lips and took a drink. He spit it out and stuck his tongue out, fanning it with his hands. His reaction was the best I've ever seen, and I've used this trick a bunch. I just laughed as I went back into the kitchen give the chef the orders.