Broken Butterfly

Chapter 1

Running around the bar counter tirelessly, I'm more than ready for the mad rush to be over. I'm the only worker here at this point, I have been since I arrived for my shift. It's nothing new honestly, but it still sucks all the same since I get the night rush.

As things finally calm down, two more guys walk up to the counter. One of them has bright blonde hair, the other having bright red hair. They seem to be fairly deep in a conversation, though they stop it as they reach the bar.

"Two." The blonde speaks coldly before looking up at me. A smirk forms on his lips as his eyes travel over my entire body. I just roll my eyes, turning to get the drinks.

"You really think it's all that smart of you to be wearing that type of clothing when working at a bar?" I hear the guy speak, his voice smooth as he talks. Turning around to hand them both their drinks, I merely give him a tired look.

"I've yet to have an issue with it, sir. Regardless, I'm fairly certain it's an issue that you need not be concerned with." I answer as they take their drinks. He still has a smirk on as he watches me intently, both of they staying in their barstools that their sat in.

Ignoring the two of them, I grab the cleaning rag as my eyes trail over the entire length of the bar to make sure I'm not missing anyone. A quiet sigh falls from my lips as I clean the entire length of the counter, the two guys staying and keeping their eyes on me as they go back to their conversation in a hushed tone.

Once it's all clean, I gather up all of the dirty glasses that's been left on the counter and bring them to the sink that happens to be right across from the two guys. Ignoring them completely, I turn and begin washing all of the glasses by hand.

"Do you not have a dishwasher here to clean those for you?" The same guy speaks from behind me as I begin cleaning. Sighing, I drop my head at the interruption.

"No, there's no dishwasher here. Why does it matter to you anyways? Do you need another drink?" I question, realizing I may have messed up on keeping an eye on their drinks. Turning to check, they both shake their heads and hold up half full glasses.

"Just seems kind of odd that your the only bartender here with it as busy as it is, and you're here hand washing glasses." The red haired boy speaks, his voice a slightly higher pitch than the blondes. I merely shrug in response before turning back to the dishes.

I get most of the way finished before I have to start refilling people. The counter gets busy again as everyone starts coming up to either drop off their drinks and pay their tabs or to get another drink.

"There he is." I hear the red head speak just as the rush ends once more. I quickly sort out the money, placing all of it in the correct places before turning to the counter again. Seeing a purple haired guy walking up to the counter, he looks over at me and nods before motions for a drink.

Nodding my head, I quickly make one up and set it next to the blonde before tending back to the bar. Thankfully, that should be the last rush. At this point, it's getting fairly late. There's always the few stragglers that stumble in throughout the next couple hours but that's nothing bad.

This time, I manage to get the counter cleaned and the rest of the dishes washed. Before drying and putting any of the glasses away, I turn and take a look at the three glasses. Quickly grabbing the bottle, I turn and refill all three. None of them acknowledge the action but it's not like it's anything unusual.

It doesn't take long before I've got the glasses all dried and put away, a sigh of relief escaping as I turn towards my bag that's hidden under the counter. Pulling out my homework from classes today, I set it down on the now clean counter a few feet away from where the three are sat so as not to seem like I'm trying to eavesdrop.

Thankfully, I've not got much work to do. Pulling the stool that's back here up, I take a seat and begin my work.

"Are you doing school work?" I hear the red heads voice speak up. Looking over, I find that all three of them are looking at me in almost confusion. Rolling my eyes, I don't answer as I turn back to my work. I have to get it done before I go home and I already know I'm going to have plenty of interruptions throughout the rest of the night.

Almost as if on cue, not ten minutes pass before a fight breaks out. Looking up, I shake my head and get up.

"Hey! Stop!" I shout over the music. I know I've got the three boys attention but the two fighting hardly seem to notice. Rolling my eyes, I hop the counter rather than running halfway down it for the exit and run over to the fight.

Literally putting myself in the middle of them, I feel a knee get driven into my side while I'm punched on the other side of my face. Gritting my teeth in irritation, I grab both of them by a wrist and twist their arms up behind their backs.

"Boys, we know that fighting isn't tolerated here. Now I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask the both of you to leave." I speak as someone stumbles and spills their drink down the back of my tank top. Taking in a quick breath from the cold liquid hitting my back unexpectedly, I bite my lip.

"What? No! He-" One of them tries to argue but I twist his arm harder causing him to shut up.

"I don't want to hear it. I don't care. I want the both of you out of here before I have to remove you myself." I snap in response. I hate having to pull this side of me out. I'm really not like this at all, I just happen to be able to pull it off and when not taken seriously I don't have much a choice.

Releasing the two of them, they both fall forward onto their hands. Giving them both a stern look, they groan and scamper out of the bar. Shaking my head, I walk back over to the counter and refill a few drinks before turning back to my homework. My back is now cold and sticky from the drink, but I know better than to put my jacket on until I have to leave.

Thankfully, the rest of the night at the bar goes by smoothly and eventually it's time to close up. Kicking out the last couple people, it takes me an extra half hour before everything's cleaned.

Grabbing my bag, I exit the bar and lock up before walking home. The walk back to my apartment is only fifteen minutes, though I have to walk up three flights of stairs which adds some time to get back to my door. Then there's the fact that it's the very last one at the very end of the hall.

"Where the fuck have you been?" My father slurs as I close the door behind me. I hardly have enough time to toss my keys and bag into the table to the left of me and step away from the door before I'm slammed against the wall that we share with whoever's just recently moved in beside us.

He begins punching me, kicking me and shoving me back against the wall, throwing bottles and other such that he can find at me. I don't know how long it goes on for before I hear a knock on our door. My eyes widen, only being able to hope that my father didn't hear the harsh banging on the door in his drunken state.

Thankfully, he passes out a few minutes later despite the banging on our door not ceasing. Quickly dragging him into his room and laying him onto his bed, I hurry back to the door. Keeping my entire being hidden behind the door, I open it just a crack.

"Yes?" I answer, my voice soft as I speak. Through the small crack, I can hardly see who's on the other side.

"If you could stop the loud fucking or whatever it is your doing with whoever in there, it'd be appreciated. It's damn late and I'm trying to fucking sleep." The guy snaps. The voice is extremely familiar, but not being able to see the body and face it belongs to, I'm at a loss as to why I recognize it.

"I'm sorry, Sir. We'll stay quiet now." I answer quietly.

"This has been going on since I moved in two weeks ago. It needs to fucking stop. I need sleep be able to function properly during the day, just like the rest of the goddamn world. Stop the fucking noise." He snaps before I hear him walk away and slam his door. Sighing, I close the door gently.

Trust me, guy. I've been wanting this to stop for years now.