Forgotten

*******Chelsea's P.O.V.********
Thank God that my shift was overwith, I really am thinking of quiting this job, I don't need the money. My parents are well off, but I just want some money that's just for me, that I make on my own. I put the last pitcher I cleaned back down on the shelf. Stephanie left 30 minutes ago, she was getting tired, and I think that I could handle the perv himself on my own. I grabbed my purse and phone and started walking for the exit. Of course there was still people here, I think their open to like 4 am, I don't exactly know, my shifts don;t usually go after 1. The doorman Barnard opened the door for me like a gentlemen.
"Thanks Bernard, see you the day after tomorrow!" I said as I waved him goodbye.
"See you then Chelsea!" Brenard said in his heavy Jamacian accent. I stepped off the curb and someone ran up and walked next to me, I looked over and saw the one and only Harry........what is this guy's problem?
"What do you want Harry." I said rather coldly.
"All I'm doing is walking you to your car, okay? There is some creeps out here at night." Harry said surprisingly rather kind.
"Well, uh, thanks, I guess." I said as I pushed some hair behind me ear. I went to step on my right foot as I was walking and of course my heel just HAD to snap off of my shoe which sent me flying into Harry.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked as he brought back my balance.
"Yeah, I think I just twisted my ankle........Oh great, and my shoe broke."
"Here lean on me, I'll drive you home." He said taking my arm over his shoulder.
"Harry-"
"I won't try anything, I promise."
"Okay." I said as he helped me to his car.

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