I grabbed the glass and began to wipe it down. The person who had drank from the glass put on way to much lip gloss. There was a small area on the lip that was a bright red color. I only shook my head as my boss yelled my name. More so my nick name. "Hey, Bastard, Get out here and serve some people. I don't pay you to do nothing!" I shook my head as the man did not realize what I was capable of. I constricted my hand on the glass and could hear it crack under the strain of my giant hand. I let go and softly sat the cup down. Standing up I put the rag in my back pocket and grabbed the half-apron. I tied it around my waist and went out of the free swinging doors.
Looking around there was almost nobody here. I shook my head as my boss wobbled over to me. The rather rotund man was balding and old, but he could still pack a punch. He had hit me a few times, then I had snapped. I remembered how it had happened. and How I had ended it.
The man was mad at me for breaking one of his glasses. He walked over to me while the customer was still sitting in front of me. He slapped my face hard enough to leave a bruise. I shook my head once more Like I always do, and he started to yell at me. Saying that for how strong I was I was a wimp. Worth nothing because of how I had grown up. I could care less if he called me names and said I was worthless. But then he stepped to far. Saying with his exact words. "I bet your mother was a whore and liked it up the ass until she had you!"
My hand had flung out to his neck. I held him in the air. At my seven foot height, and him barely five foot, I had lifted him so his shoulders touched the ceiling. His neck and head touching the top and were scraped up to hell. Looking into his eyes My left hand reached down to pull the knife that the customer was using and I began to stab him, only to stop before the blade pierced his throat. "Say another word about my mother, and I will end your miserable life so slowly that you will beg for me to kill you." I let the knife drop to the ground and then let the man down softly. I readjusted his piece of crap suit vest. and then walked to the back where I could continue my work.
That was a month ago. Now the man didn't call me names as often. and if he needed to talk to me about something for work, he made sure that It was in public so I "wouldn't" kill him. I picked up the glasses that he was currently pointing at and balanced them on my left arm. Walking into the back I looked up at the clock and saw that I was working over my shift. I decided to take off my apron.
Walking back out with my leather jacket on, I started to walk out. "Hey, Slade!" Turning around to face my boss he smiled as he spoke, "Don't kill yourself on that new bike of yours!" I shook my head as I zipped up my jacket. Walking over to the brand new red and black Silk-5 Speeder Bike I smiled. Picking up my helmet I just had to stand there and look at it.
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Looking around there was almost nobody here. I shook my head as my boss wobbled over to me. The rather rotund man was balding and old, but he could still pack a punch. He had hit me a few times, then I had snapped. I remembered how it had happened. and How I had ended it.
The man was mad at me for breaking one of his glasses. He walked over to me while the customer was still sitting in front of me. He slapped my face hard enough to leave a bruise. I shook my head once more Like I always do, and he started to yell at me. Saying that for how strong I was I was a wimp. Worth nothing because of how I had grown up. I could care less if he called me names and said I was worthless. But then he stepped to far. Saying with his exact words. "I bet your mother was a whore and liked it up the ass until she had you!"
My hand had flung out to his neck. I held him in the air. At my seven foot height, and him barely five foot, I had lifted him so his shoulders touched the ceiling. His neck and head touching the top and were scraped up to hell. Looking into his eyes My left hand reached down to pull the knife that the customer was using and I began to stab him, only to stop before the blade pierced his throat. "Say another word about my mother, and I will end your miserable life so slowly that you will beg for me to kill you." I let the knife drop to the ground and then let the man down softly. I readjusted his piece of crap suit vest. and then walked to the back where I could continue my work.
That was a month ago. Now the man didn't call me names as often. and if he needed to talk to me about something for work, he made sure that It was in public so I "wouldn't" kill him. I picked up the glasses that he was currently pointing at and balanced them on my left arm. Walking into the back I looked up at the clock and saw that I was working over my shift. I decided to take off my apron.
Walking back out with my leather jacket on, I started to walk out. "Hey, Slade!" Turning around to face my boss he smiled as he spoke, "Don't kill yourself on that new bike of yours!" I shook my head as I zipped up my jacket. Walking over to the brand new red and black Silk-5 Speeder Bike I smiled. Picking up my helmet I just had to stand there and look at it.
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