Runner

CHAPTER 4.

It was Stephen, he seems to enjoy following me everywhere I go, wasn't seeing me panicked in public enough? I don't know how to feel about this and it makes me angry. I shouldn't care, but I do. Work is my distraction from him and everything else that's been happening and now he's been to both of my jobs today and I don't know what to do.

With a sigh, I looked at him with a glare and said "What do you want from me? Why do you keep following me? Wasn't seeing me break down earlier today enough for you?" I said with a scoffed tone as I didn't want to draw a lot of attention to us. As I waited for him to answer I started creating more drinks for people who came inside to order and it slowly got busier as the night progressed, probably due to Stephen as most of the population tonight was female.

I didn't get an answer, but I could see that he was also just standing there. "Listen these people are going to get pissed if you don't take and fill their orders soon and if I were you I would get on it" I mumbled while I continued to work on an order. After my comment, he started, I made him do the light work like I was told even though I didn't want to. He handed people their drinks while I made them.

That's what we did until closing. Things were kept in order and his help made the night surprisingly smoother. Granted though, he did get hit on a lot and it was funny to watch him turn down so many people male and female and as closing time became near it was time to start cleaning up the bar.

I had him wipe down the counters and tables while I gathered the empty bottles that had been laying around the bar by lazy customers who didn't want to get up to put their bottles in the trash cans. "I've been around for as long as I have because you need the protection." He stated. Protection? Protection of what? From what? I was lost, stuck, confused. "The hell are you talking about? The only protection I need is from you, you've followed me around since I was young, you've been the reason that I continue to run, it's always been because of you." I said with an angered tone to my voice.

"You may think that all you want, dear Kit, but I'm not the bad guy this time, I haven't been for a few years." He stated which caused me to look at him like he was crazy. "Not the bad guy? How in the hell am I supposed to believe that, Stephen?" I spat. "You've been the only bad guy in my life for as long as I can remember. I'm tired of fucking running, so tell me what you want and then leave me the hell alone." I continued while looking at him with a glare. I was pissed. I did not want to be working with him.