Hey awesome nerds! So for starters I just want to let everyone who is reading my other story, that I still will be updating that story as well, but this idea popped in my head and I had to get it out. I was inspired by a book i read "White Trash Beautiful" and some music I've been listening too. "You hear a song" Cassadee Pope...and other things. (by the way if you haven't heard of the book, check it out! it's amazing.
But anyways here's my story, If you have ever waited tables or bartended, you may be able to relate a little bit to this story at times. I'm a bartender so, Hopefully i can make this somewhat real for everyone!
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
I didn't choose this life really, I guess it just kind of found me. No one wants to be 26 living in a beat up trailer with their addicted and abusive boyfriend and mother whose too sad to function without the help of heroin. Which by the way if I may add to this beautiful tale, my boyfriend (the one I fell in love with in high school) helps my jobless mother get high. So many times I've come home from busting my ass at the bar all day to make sure we still have a roof over our heads, to find them both blacked out, one of them with the needle still sticking out of their arm. Like I said, I didn't choose this life. The only nice part about this trailer park was that it was off of a lake, which made for a relaxing escape from the reality I lived.
Today had been such a slow morning. I sat on the furthest bar stool from the door twirling my straw in my coffee. I don't know what it is but I have to drink my coffee with a straw. One of my many weird quirks I guess. I sat there day dreaming of the life I wanted to live, the life I would probably never have as long as my mother was alive and my boyfriend was in my life. I dreamed of what most girls do, the nice house with a family, maybe a couple dogs, except instead of being a Hairdresser or a the manager of the grocery store, my dreams were much more far fetched than most in my town. I wanted to be a singer. A singer songwriter, someone who could take her story and help others the way the artists I listened to on the radio here at the bar helped me.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn't notice the customer that came in.
"Chloe!"
Quickly the sound of the owners voice came booming from the kitchen startling me making me spill my coffee on the bar rail.
"Sorry Rog." I yelled quickly rushing to the table to greet my guest.
"Hello, welcome to Rosie's, I'm Ch…."
"Coffee with cream and a water, I'll have the BLT with fries." The menu was quickly shoved at me and it took everything in me to be polite.
"Coming right up sir." I gave my signature smile and turned on my heels quickly. People like that just irked my nerves and if I didn't need the money so badly words would definitely be exchanged.
I placed the guys slip in the window. Roger walk up and grabbed it looking up at me before he prepared the food. "Where's your head today Chloe, get with it." I nodded and headed to the bathroom.
Roger and his wife Rosie, they were the closest thing to having someone "care" about me in life. There was a time I had more than them but now that I've taken on the role of taking care of everyone else, there was no time for myself. I looked in the mirror at my pale reflection. My eyes were sad and tired. The only thing about me that ever really looked ok was my fiery red hair. It's long and wavy so it doesn't take much to make my hair look decent. My body was thining, almost looking frail because the only time I ever really got a chance to eat was when Roger wasn't grumpy and he would make me a nice plate of food. Knowing my living situation he knew I refused to pay for the food.
I heard Roger yelling that the food was up so I rushed out grabbed the man's coffee and water and grabbing the plate of food before I reached the table.
"Here you are sir, cream and sugar are on the table is there anything I can grab for you?"
He shook his head "No" and I went back to my coffee sitting cold on the bar.
The day continued to drag on slowly especially since I was working open to close. I needed all the money I could get.
When I came back from the Beer cooler after changing a keg, I seen Roger talking with someone in the very back booth of the bar. She looked to be about my age, gorgeous, long brown hair, a much more put together and edgier than the trash that normally came in here. I didn't think we were hiring at all, we are pretty well staffed. Shrugging it off I turned to finish cleaning some things behind the bar and grab more ice.
I still couldn't fathom why a girl of her sorts would be here talking to Roger. I grabbed the two buckets of ice I had just filled and carried them to the front. As I reached the swinging doors to make my way to bar, I was too late to stop myself from being plowed by the door as Roger made his way through them with the alternative girl close behind him. I tried to catch my balance but ice spilled from the buckets and my high top red converse were no match for the small slippery chunks of ice. Down I went as the buckets fell to the floor flinging ice everywhere and all over me.
"Chloe what the hell!" Roger yelled startled as I screamed at the top of my lungs right before I hit the ground hard.
The brunette girls hands instantly flew over her mouth gasping as she witnessed how hard I hit the floor.
Roger kicked ice out of the way as he moved closer to me to try and help me up.
My jeans were now wet and dirtier than before, my ass hurt, but most of all once again I was humiliated.
My boyfriend Tom has humiliated me more times than I can remember. One incident occurring yesterday when he came storming in here screaming at me for money so he could go get high.
And now this. I shoved Rogers hands away from me as I quickly pushed myself up off the floor. My face was on fire as tears threatened to spill over. I had to get out of the back room. I had no idea why I cared what this girl thought of me, I didn't even know who the fuck she was. For all I knew she was in my territory, she didn't even look like she belonged on this end of town anyways. What was she trying to prove?
"Chloe are you…." I shook my head.
"I need a cigarette." I said as I my voice cracked. I slipped on a couple more ice cubs catching myself before I fell but not before I was helped by the small hands of the brunette. I glared at her for touching me and she was taken back slightly by the fire in my eyes and the tears that almost fell.
I stormed out of the back room swiftly making my way through the bar grabbing my pack of cigarettes on the way out.
I pushed my way through the front door practically running to my spot behind the dumpster sitting on the medium sized rock next to it.
I took in a few deep breaths and wiped furiously at the tears that fell down my face.
After a couple minutes I took out a cigarette.
"FUCK!" Tom stole my lighter again. I hadn't needed a cigarette all day till now and I couldn't even light it.
I slumped back down on the rock dropping my head between my knees sighing heavily as I placed my hands linked together on the back of my neck. Just fucking great.
"Need a light?"
This was a short first chapter but I just wanted to get this out there, I hope you guys enjoy! Please review if you like it...don't like it, just review please. :D MUCH LOVE! xoxoxo ps. other members from pitch perfect will be in here too so no worries. :)
