Our Finest Hour

Chapter 2

ALLYS POV

I woke up the next morning with a pretty eerie feeling since me and Adam shared a room since I was four. It was depressing, it was quite and all I wanted to do was cry, But Of course I had to go to work.

I work at an old music bar called "The Jetty" I work from about 8 to 3 but I get there around 10 because no one goes to the bar at 8 in the morning.

After about two hours I was officially bored just like any other day. I just sat there listening to some guy play an acoustic version of 'Livin' On A Prayer.' After he was done some guy walked in he just sat there and after about 5 mins he finally said.

"Okay, I think im ready to" *looks at me* "or...uhhh."

He just sat there looking at me for what felt like the longest time. I finally just turned around and decided to get him a glass of water. I could feel his eyes on me on my every single move. As I gave him his glass of water he finally spoke again.

"You do know you are very beautiful right?"

Usually I would just ignore guys like this, but him, he was different, it felt like I knew him. I just automatically felt comfortable around him.

"Ha, well you do know im fourteen right?" I responded to hopefully get rid of him.

"Okay....yep I still think you're beautiful, but you do look around eighteen you know!"

"Yeah I get that all the time, it's the boobs they throw people off. Like no fourteen year old has a size c cup for a bra!"

I can't believe I just told a fucking stranger that. Oh god now he's probably gonna rape me.

"Hey! I have a question." He sat there for a minute waiting for me to respond but I didn't so he started to talk again. "Why don't you and me leave here, we could go get some lunch or whatever?"

Did he seriously just ask me this? I knew it this is how im gonna die, rape then murder oh god.

"Sure, I got nothing better to do!"

WAIT NO, FUCK! What did I just do? I just said yes, I'll go wherever this stranger of a man is going to take me, this is not a good idea. He stood there in the doorway waiting for me to go with him. I hesitantly took off my apron and left with a complete stranger.