He stepped even closer so close that our nose was touching and I could feel his minty breath on my face.
Oh no wrong move.
"I was just cleaning it" I said and gulped hard.
"Um can you pl-pls mo-move back a little" I said stuttering.
He smirked a...
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This is the first time I'm nervous and scared to serve someone their orders. The intimidating man is really intimidating. Man he looks at people as if he's about to eat them. Their orders didn't take much time to be prepared. I asked one of the waiters to serve the intimidating man but they just replied with sorry man I got tables. Uhh useless waiters, now I have to go all by myself to serve them. Ok how hard can it be I just have to go there and serve and come back, isn't that hard , this would happen only if that intimidating man would stop staring at me. I caught him do so a couple of times while I waited other tables, like man can you stop staring its annoying. Wish I could tell him that but as a waiter I have to be nice else trust me when I say that I would have taken my shoe off and smacked him in the face don't take me lightly.
I served them and accidently dropped the spoon on the table. Great. I bent down to pick it up and the intimidating man too bent down. As our fingers brushed each other I felt a weird spark in my body. I've never felt like this before. I quickly placed the spoon back on the table and rushed back in but not before mumbling a quick 'enjoy'.
After a few hours that felt like ages I saw that they had finished eating and were asking for the bill. I gave them the bill and after paying I went to collect it. Just as I opened it my eyes widened, they left a tip of $100. My eyes felt as if they were about to pop out of my sockets. I quickly took the tip and went away.
It was 8 and I was winding up to go home my shift usually finishes at 9 but since today there weren't many customers I was told to leave early. After cleaning I closed the café and walked home.
I walked to my apartment and was about to get only to be stopped by Mrs. Dunkin. She was the landlord and also someone who loved to stare at people. She had an orthodox mind. Basically for her if you're gay it's because you have some disorder or disease. I got to know from my neighbor, she's an old lady almost my grandma's age but a little younger. She told me that the landlord kicked two people out of her apartment just because they were gay.
It's better if I keep my mouth shut with some things. I might blurt things out.
Like come on its 21st century. But you can't change some people or their thinking.
"hey boy you haven't paid the rent for two weeks now, if I don't get it by Monday you're out of here you get that".
I nodded my head and said "I'll try to pay it as soon as possible".
"you better". She said and walked away.
I sighed and walked inside. "grandma" I called out. "In here baby" she replied. I walked to the bedroom and saw her in her rocking chair knitting something . I went behind her and kissed her cheek. I love my granny after all she was the one who cared for me after my parents. My day starts and ends with making her happy. Nothing else matters as long as she's happy.
"are you hungry" I asked
"no I had dinner"
"you made it on your own, grandma how many times have I told not to get up" I said frowning. I mean she's getting old and weak too I don't want her to waste the very little energy she has.
I want to take care of her the way she did for me during her remaining life.
"oh don't worry about me you tell me how was your day" she asked putting her glasses and wool away.
"same as usual nothing new" I said taking my shoes off and putting my head in her lap. She put her fingers through my hair and caressed them. Oh that feels nice.
"did you take your medicines" I asked. She yawned replied yes.
"and now they're making me feel sleepy". I chuckled and said "well off to bed you go grandma".
After tucking her in bed I switched off the lights and went towards the couch and fell on it and closed my eyes trying to find sleep but I couldn't my thoughts kept drifting off to that intimidating man in the café today. The way he was staring at me, so intently I felt goosebumps.
Even while serving other customers I kept thinking about him. God what's happening to me, I need to sleep before I go mad. I finally closed my eyes and after a lot of tossing and turning I fell into a deep slumber.
I woke up and got ready and made some breakfast for me and grandma and headed to the café. I started waiting tables as usual. Refilling their cups became my routine.
"can I get a espresso with some toast" I quickly noted down and moved towards the other customers for their orders.
The whole I couldn't focus my mind was again thinking of that intimidating man. I served a few more customers and did change my shifts with other waiters as well.
It was finally time to go home and I quickly winded up everything and closed the café and started walking home. As I was walking I felt like someone was following me. I turned to look back and Suddenly in a swift movement I found myself being pushed to the wall. I opened my eyes and saw the biggest shock. It was my ex he had been keeping tabs on me and following me. Doesn't he have better things to do like explore the world. Ok that's dumb and stupid at the same time.
I felt a hard thing being poked in my stomach I looked down and saw it was knife. Before I could shout for help, he shut me up with his hand. I let out a muffled scream.
"Sshh not a single word if you wanna live" he said.
Then he suddenly punched me in my face . Oww that hurt. He kept punching me. between the punches he said "do you....do you have any idea what you had.......done when you sent me to jail". He was punching me so much force my nose had started to bleed. It's probably gonna leave bruises now.
"pl-ple-please leave me I'm so-sorry" he paid no heed to me and kept punching me in my stomach. It started to hurt real bad and I started coughing .
In between my coughs I said "please...cough....st-stop....cough....". "oh not a chance you really think after what I did to you I'm letting you go, no not until you get what you deserve" he said and pulled out a knife and stabbed me twice in my stomach, my legs and my arms. I pleaded him to stop.
It felt as if someone was ripping out my intestines. But that's how you feel when you're stabbed don't you. Even in this situation I can't stop getting stupid thoughts.
Suddenly I felt the pressure of his body lifted off me as I realized he had been thrown of me. I saw a guy punching him and that's the last thing I remember before everything blacked out.
