Supernatural Twist

The Girl

After the song ended, the girl singing took her place back behind the bar with her male co-worker and began serving the drinks again. Her co-worker, Wes, was at least twice her age or more, but that didn't stop him from groping her every chance he got. She couldn't do much to defend herself against him, he was the owner's brother and the two were thick as thieves. Tonight, he was fixated on her ass. She usually tried to wear modest clothing when she went to work at the bar, because she knew Wes would be all over her if she wore anything that was even the tiniest bit revealing. However, her roommate had forgotten it was her turn to do laundry, so the girl was left with a pair of jean shorts and a tye-dye v-neck shirt. Wes took this opportunity to slap, grab, and poke her ass any chance he got. He would slip dollars into her cleavage to make patrons laugh, but it was evident from the looks on their faces that it only made them uncomfortable. The girl didn't say anything though, she would just close her eyes, take a deep breath, and count to 6. 1..don't kill him. 2..don't cut him. 3..don't scream at him. 4..don't make a scene. 5..don't quit. 6..you need the money. She opened her eyes and she was back in the bar. God, I fucking hate reality.

Her father always told her to be grateful for the opportunities she was given, and she was extremely grateful that the owner of the bar gave her the chance to work as a bartender and let her take some time each night to sing and hone her voice. She loved to sing and she found that music was an escape from her mundane life. She always viewed herself as a plain Jane. She had lovely features, but she wasn't an exquisite beauty like the girls she went to high school with. Those girls caked on the make-up and made themselves transform into people they weren't. She could never pull that off. The most she ever did was put on the red lipstick that used to belong to her mother. She usually kept her long, thick, brown hair in a ponytail. It was easier to manage that way. She got her golden green eyes from her mother, they always joked that they must have been cats in a previous life. Her father gave her her height, coming in at a solid 5'10. Her body was athletic in build but not a skinny Victoria Secret model. Her face was slim and her eyes were large and innocent. She was anything but innocent, though. The girl was fire. While she didn't wear it on her sleeve, she was dangerous. Her father taught her how to take care of herself and protect herself. So while Wes was busy molesting her, she was biding her time until she could get her revenge.

The girl was popping bottle caps of beer bottles for the patrons and mixing drinks at an alarming pace. It was nearly 11pm and this was the busiest time of the night. Everyone came out on the weekends, because what else was there to do in Pocatello? Suddenly, a chill ran up her spine. She snapped her head up and swung her gaze to the front door of the bar. A very creepy looking man walked through and they two of them locked eyes. She felt her blood run cold. Who the hell is this guy? She didn't have time to wonder about the stranger, a group of drunk bachelorette party women came up and ordered a slew of ridiculous drinks. She set the man out of her mind and focused on getting these women away from her and back to the dance floor as quickly as possible.

When the chaos died down, a handsome man came to the bar. He sat down and struck up a conversation with the girl.

"You know, those shorts look good on you, but they would look better on my floor." the man took a swig from his beer and narrowed his eyes at the girl in a seductive way.

"Really? Is that the best you've got? Let's see..I'm not looking for a one night stand. I'm interested in a real relationship. I was actually born a man. I need to work on me before I can be with anyone. I'm still in high school. I have crabs. My boyfriend is in a biker gang. Which excuse would you like me to use?" she said sarcastically, leaning against the back part of the bar and crossing her arms over her chest. She tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows waiting for a response.

"Wow, sweetheart, you really know how make a man want you. I'm Dean." the man had short brown hair that was moused in a boyish way with bright green eyes that rivaled the beauty of her own. Those eyes, she thought, I could get lost in those eyes. She shook her head. She'd seen all these tricks before. She wasn't letting herself get suckered by some guy, no matter how handsome he was.

"I'm unimpressed." she said matter of factly, rolled her eyes, and walked to the other end of the bar to the cash register to work on closing out bar tabs. She glanced in the direction of the man, Dean, and saw that he was still looking at her, sipping the beer. This time though, he was joined by a very tall man who had long dark hair and a baby face. She wondered if they were friends. They were both extremely handsome. She tore herself away from the men and back to her work. Pull yourself together, girl. What the hell has gotten into you tonight?! She was still working on the tabs when she felt another chill. She looked up to see the creepy man standing in front of her. He was just staring at her. Neither said a word, just stared at each other. He finally looked down the bar, saw the two handsome men, growled in his throat and stormed out of the bar. That was super fucking weird. What the fuck is going on tonight? I just need to get home and go to bed. This is too fucking insane.

She turned and ran head long into Wes, nearly knocking herself down.

"Oh sorry, Wes. I don't know where my head is tonight." she said with a nervous laugh.

"I know where you can put your head, babygirl." he said with a sick smile and licked his lips. He then reached around her, grabbed her ass, and pulled her close to himself. He whispered in her ear, "Someday, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

The girl had had enough. She reached over, and in one swift motion, she grabbed a beer bottle, pulled away from Wes, and smashed the bottle over his head. Wes grabbed the gash on his head and fell to the floor. The girl stood over him, dropped her key on the floor and said, "Consider this my notice." She poured herself a shot of whiskey and tossed it back. On her way out of the bar, she stopped by Dean and said, "The name's Natalie. Let's get out of here."