A Match Made in Hell

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I bite my lip, completely zoning out as I stare at the two, wondering what the actual fuck is going on there.

Zachary drops the tray onto the counter aggressively on purpose, making a loud thud and causing a few people to turn to him in confusion.

Randy still trails behind him like a lost Labrador, smirking to himself as he rolls his eyes, leaning against the counter, whispering something to Zak.

He just ignores Randy, turning away to do his job but the fucker doesn't allow him to, literally pulls him back by the wrists.

Zachary tries to push him away, but his grip is obviously too strong and harsh compared to Zak's.

I slowly walk up to him from behind, trying my best not to get caught and taking baby steps towards them.

I don't know what Randy says, but Zachary seems to take this seriously and slaps him across the face harshly, causing Randy to stumble backwards.

He stands in his place like a statue, shocked by what he had just done. He looks nervous, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes wide open in fear of what he might do next.

Randy swears under his breath, aggressively grabbing Zachary by the collar and pushing him to the wall, his hands holding the boy's hips tightly, snaking to his thighs.

What the fuck did he think he was doing?

I run to him from the back, turning him around and pushing him to the wall instead, making him curse once again.

"The fuck was that?" I throw a punch to his face from the side that Zachary hadn't hit, making him groan in pain as he pushes me back, almost making me bump into the counter.

Almost everybody in here is staring at, people gasping and whispering to eachother as they wonder what's going on.

"Stay the fuck out of this, it ain't any of your business." He pushes me away from him, going up to Zachary again.

I pull him back again, throwing another punch at his face, making him fall down onto the floor this time as he winces in pain.

"I think I told you to stay out of this." He says quietly without looking up, it makes me chuckle to myself. Is he threatening me? As if.

He looks up at me like I'm a fucking monster, his eyes darting up and down in disgust and judgement.

"You're fired." He whispers, holding both hands on the floor as he struggles to get up, his head probably spinning because of that punch.

Hey, he's done worse to me, why should I care about the bitch?

"Too late, I quit." I smile, kicking him so he falls back to the floor.

To my surprise, he pulls me down with my ankles, too, causing me to fall smack onto the floor.

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath, I feel like my nose could be broken at this point, I fell face first onto the marble floors.

Randy pushes my head down to the floor, yelling into my ear about something but I can't hear what he's saying.

People get up from their seats, some pulling their phones out and some yelling at screaming, but I still can't hear anything.

I can hear, of course I can, I just can't seem to understand what they're saying, it's like they all are just yelling at the top of their lungs.

Randy suddenly gets off of me, turning me around by my shoulders so that I'm facing him.

He pants for air, looking down at me in anger, kicking my stomach, stepping right on top of it, I think I could throw up all over him.

I pull him down just like how he did to me, grabbing a fistful of his hair and smacking his head on the wall repeatedly with all my strength, people go fucking crazy once they see this.