Random Short Stories

3: The Bar

I packed up my things in my work bag and walked out to my car. I sighed and put my head against the steering wheel. I was about to start my car when I heard my phone buzz. I read the text and it was an old friend inviting me to hangout at the bar. I agreed hesitantly and drove over to the bar since it was already 7.

When I got there I walked up to him and started small talk. After a little bit I grabbed my drink and went and sat in the booth alone. I began to notice two girls yelling at each other near me so I slowly made my way towards another booth in the opposite corner of me so I could drink in peace. There was already someone else there so I spoke to him.

"Don't you hate when everyone treats you like trash?" I muttered.

"I sure do, happens every day. " he shook his head in disappointment.

"Mind if I sit here with you?" I asked, glancing down at the seat.

"Sure." He said, watching the ladies fight for a bit. To end the awkward silence I began speaking.

"So how are you?"

"Good, how are you?"

"Could be better." I took a sip of my drink and set it down.

"Oh no, what happened?" I began to explain to him why and turns out he could relate so we just kept speaking. As we were talking I noticed this guy walk in and wrap his arm around one of the girls and got involved in the argument. Must be a boyfriend.

"That's my brother." He said, standing up.

"The one arguing or the one at the bar. Because the one by the bar I know."

"Both."

"Wow." Right as the word left my lips, I saw my old friend leaving quietly while the others weren't watching. That's when one of the girls that had the boyfriend left. I watched the guy I was talking to, talking to his brother, talking him out of fighting the girl. I sighed at the stupidity of our generation.

That's when the other one swung at the one I was speaking to. He punched him back and the other punched him so hard he fell to the floor. I wanted to go help them but I didn't wanna end up like him. I would just wait until after. He started kicking him in the stomach while he was on the floor and he was coughing up blood and barely breathing. He was curled up in fetal position. The girl kept trying to pull him back, away from kicking him but it didn't work.

Soon enough, the guy and the girl finally left and my new friend on the floor was struggling to get up but he slowly did. He walked out to the parking lot and I swiftly followed.

"Are you alright?" I asked, concern showing all over my face.

"Y-Yeah. He does this to me all the time." His eyes was turning purple and dark grey and was swelling. His face had blood all over it. His arms and legs head bruises up and down then and he had a limp.

"Are you sure? I have a bandage on my car." I said, knowing he should not be walking around like this.

"No I'm fine, but thank you for asking. Usually people don't worry about me after." He said.

"Well sorry I'm being a bother I will go."

"No your not a bother." He said, before ducking into his yellow Bumblebee looking car. I chuckled at the thught. Well, that was an interesting way to make a new friend. Wow. I chuckled to myself as I walked over to my car and finally drove home.