Rebecca's Escape

Chapter 8

At eight thirty Rebecca left in the most revealing, sexy outfit she owned and she looked totally hot. It wasn't even anything special, a pair of faded black jeggings, knee high skin tight boots and low-cut halter top in deep navy blue. Her outfit hugged all of her curves in all the right places. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail, slipped in gold hoop earrings and slathered on some lip gloss.

As she was leaving the house, she noticed her neighbor staring at her again. He went from totally hot boy next door to creepy as hell in the course of a few days. She had no idea why he kept looking at her every time she walked in or out of her house. It was almost like he was stalking her.

Rebecca got into her car and headed out. She honestly hoped her neighbor was not some creepy stalker or serial killer. She soon arrived at the bar, but with only ten minutes to spare. As she parked the car behind the building she decided to put thoughts of her neighbor out of her mind and get into work mode. Rebecca checked her face in the mirror one last time, got out of her car, and headed into the bar. This was the final piece of her new life.

The bar was already busy. She put her things up in one of the lockers, tossed on an apron and got to work. She grabbed a wet rag and a tray and made the rounds picking up bottles and glasses and wiping down tables. Every once in a while she took an order and filled it or cashed someone out.

Things were going great until half why through her shift. All of a sudden she got the chills and looked toward the door. In walked a tall man with golden brown eyes. Out of shock Rebecca dropped the bottle she had just opened on the other side of the bar. She knew those eyes. Those were the eyes of the motorcycle man from the gas station.

Quickly recovering Rebecca cleaned up the beer and got another one for the customer. As she cleaned it up she cut her hand on the glass. She couldn't understand her clumsiness. She was never caught off guard and was never clumsy or had bad luck.

As Rebecca finished bandaging her hand she did a quick scan of the room. At first she didn't see him. Hopefully he had left and went home. But as she looked some more she realized she had no such luck because tucked in the corner of the room he was sitting in a little booth. He was staring right at her watching her every move. She tried desperately to ignore him and get back to work but every time she turned around he was watching her again. It took ever thing she had and everything she was to finish working and not go tell him off. What was he doing there anyway?

One o'clock finally rolled around and Rebecca was grateful she was almost off. She could finally get out of there and away from this creep and his intense stare. Just as she was finishing cleaning up a rather large table, Keith walks up to her.

"You didn't sign the log kiddo." Keith tells her.

"What log?" she said cautiously knowing what he was talking about before he continued.

"The dance log. Besides I have been watching you all night and never picked it up on a cam. Don't forget to get on the dance floor before you go and besides I think the guy in the back corner would love to be your dance partner. He has been watching you all night." Keith told her making a motion toward the guy in the corner.

"If you knew all this why have you not kicked him out yet?" Rebecca said looking in the man's direction.

"He has not given me any reason to kick him out and 500 reasons to let him stay, drink soda, and eat chicken strips and fries all night." Keith said with a smile. "Besides you know you want to go talk to him."

"Thanks Keith. Thanks a lot." Rebecca mumbled.

"I aim to please baby doll and beside I have eyes and ears everywhere." Keith said with an even wider smile and a hand pointed to the surveillance cameras.