Short Stories Volume 2

The Press Conference pt. 2

I could remember his screams clearly. The first time it ever happened. The dick of a customer that thought he could humiliate me and hurt me by flinging hot food all over my face and torso. I didn't regret or feel sorry in anyway for what ended up happening to him.

Kindness is not and wil not always be rewarded but wickedness should always be punished. You get what you give. That's what my mother always taught me.

If he didn't want to be hurt by hot food that would give second degree burns to someone then why would he do it to somebody else?

That's what he got.

The moment the pain in my head became too much is when he started screaming. By the time I was able to think clearly I was in the hospital handcuffed to the bed. My coworker was with me but she told me that she wasn't allowed to touch me.

Two police officers walked in and started questioning me or should I say one since only one of them did the talking. The other was standing there muttering to himself. With his eyes cast down it almost looked like he was praying.

Ignoring that, the reason the police were there was because the dick was threatening to sue me for assault. I thought that was complete bullshit if everyone in the restaurant had seen that the was the one who threw things at me and hurt me.

Thankfully we live in the era of technology where everyone has a phone and every phone a camera.

They showed me the recording of the whole thing. Right from the beginning when he began causing a scene. Seeing it from a third point of view made my blood boil all over again. I damn near flinched when I saw him grab the plate and toss it.

Then just as when I remember blacking out, I see the rest. Just as he screams, his skin from his face to his chest begin turning red.

I couldn't look away.

The more red and blisters he got, the more mine went away. I take it back. Seeing how mine were disappearing caused me to look down to my arms, chest and feel around my face.

Nothing. It didn't hurt or feel at all sensitive. Nor was it red. It was just my normal tan skin tone.

Looking back to the screen I see that his eyes are starting to bleed. By this time I have already gone unconscious. Other patrons in the diner were frantically trying to help the man who was screaming louder and louder. The officer stopped it since there was no need to continue on the video.

He told me that it was just a precaution putting the handcuffs on me.

"I'm still not sure about what I saw but I do know is that man got exactly what he deserved. I had a sister once. She died before she got to go to her prom because she accidently gave the wrong order to a customer who came back when they were closing and shot her dead. I don't know what you did or if it even was you but I won't be charging you with anything. You're free to go. This is my card. Please call me if this coward tries anything with you again. Good day ma'am."

I couldn't believe that. Was it me? The praying officer was scared enough to think so. The one who spoke was unsure but didn't care otherwise.

My confirmation didn't come until my coworker's abusive ex had come to sing the same song since they broke up. I had answered the door thinking it was the pizza but he barged right in trying to get to her. When I stepped in front of him he punched me straight in the face breaking my nose.

The head pain started again until the one in my face went away. When I looked at the ex he was stumbling back clutching his face that was now starting to bleed.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted.

I smiled at him and gave two gesturing signs to come here with my hands. As much as I didn't like the initial pain, it was worth it to see it get sent right back to them.