My Saviour

(7) 'Are you bipolar or are you just on your man periods?'

Chapter 7- Kayla's POV

I entered the bar with a sullen look on my face. I couldn't help but keep thinking about what Cole said. I know this isn't the most ideal place to work but without this job we’d be living on the streets. Well technically we don’t have a house anymore so without the Brooks we would be sleeping on the streets.

I’m only doing this job for him. I want to see him happy and he doesn’t even appreciate it in the slightest bit.

“Hey Kayla” my co-worker greeted me. I just gave him a forced smile with a wave.

I went to the bar to see it was crowded with young men who looked about 18-20. I guess this is going to be another day full of perverts wanting to get into my pants.

“What would you like?” I forced a smile.

“A round of shots and keep them coming until we say so.” The man at the back ordered.

“Okay.” I smiled forcefully.

I prepared the shots and kept giving it to them. I would cheer them on just so they would buy more. In the end they were all drunk as hell and it had only been half an hour since I came.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” I said in a fake cheery voice which annoyed me more than anyone.

“Well hello there gorgeous.” The middle aged man flirted.

“What can I get for you?” I asked again getting impatient.

“What’s the rush? Do you have somewhere to be? If not how about you come over to mine afterwards and we can make sweet love to each other.” The man suggested making me cringe.

“You’re disgusting, I’m like half your age you paedophile. Now this is the last time I’m asking you this so I better get a straight answer or you will not like it, what can I get for you?” I asked once again.

“I’ll just get a Gin and Tonic.” He finally answered.

“Coming right up.” I faked a grin. I made his drink and was so tempted to spit in his drink but I didn’t, that wouldn’t help me with tips.

As the day went on I faced more and more bastards making me more furious. I am so close to just punching every single person who approached me today. I am so sick of these imbecile people thinking they’re the best god damn thing that happened to this planet. They think every girl wants them and every boy wants to be them. They’re just horny dickheads that need a good punch in the face to bring down their ego.

All these egoistic boys are going to be the death of me.

I sighed as I put my head down on the table. I looked at the clock to see I still have an hour left. I let out a groan as soon as I heard a ding meaning someone has entered the bar. I opened my eyes hoping, no praying that it was not a pervert but my prayer was not answered.

A man who looked pretty drunk entered. He looked about 20 years old. His face was full of stubble and he gave off a negative vibe. 

“Hello, what can I get for you?” I asked.

“You.” He grinned. Wow, he’s pretty bad at flirting.

“I’m afraid I can’t get you that, what else would you like?” I tried letting him down nicely.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his breathe smelt horrible.

“Brianna, now what can I get you?” I lied.

“No, it says Kayla on your name tag.” He smugly replied.

“If you read my name tag then why did you even ask?” I asked him. He’s getting on my last nerves.