Déjà Vu

Ch 6: Payback

"Damn it's Monday already? What the hell happened to my weekend? It flew by so fast. What did I even do? I can't remember." I think to myself while I pour myself a cup of coffee to enjoy during my broadcast.

All I can remember is going back to the bar Saturday night for a drink after having an argument with my boss about what little information I got about the body that was found mutilated in the park. When I woke up the next day I woke up wearing bloody clothes again but this time they were almost completely drenched.

"Why can't I remember?" I say under my breath as I make my way to the broadcasting booth.

I sit down in my chair placing my coffee next to the script I had written yesterday for today's broadcast. I skimmed over it making sure that I didn't leave anything out about the body that was discovered in the park along with other news happening in town. After checking I reach for the headphones, knocking over my cup of coffee.

Luckily for me I keep a roll of paper towels in my broadcasting booth just in case anything like this ever happened. I clean up the spilled coffee from my desk and myself putting the now empty cup on the other side of my desk. I look over at my script to see that it is completely soaked in coffee.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I yell, picking it up and tossing it into the garbage.

I look at the clock sitting above the doorway to see that it's almost time to start. I don't have enough time to write another script it took me half the day to write it with what little info I had from the crime scene. Sighing in defeat I put the headphones on, flip the switch and begin the broadcast.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. As you may have heard a body was discovered early Saturday morning in the park. The police say that the man was brutally mutilated sometime friday night and they have yet to find the suspect and the murder weapon. I advise everyone to remain cautious at all times of the day....."

~Time Skip~

Knock... knock...

"Come in." I say.

"What the hell was that?!" My boss yells.

"What sir?" I ask.

"The broadcast! I thought I told you to get as much information about the murder as possible!" He screams.

"The police didn't have enough information about the victim except that he was a local and that he had been murdered sometime friday night!" I yelled.

"You didn't get a name either I suppose?" He asks.

"No I didn't and I didn't appreciate you calling me first thing in the damn morning on my day off! The next time something like this happens I hope you get off your ass and do it yourself instead of asking me to do it for you!" I scream.

SLAP

My head snaps to the side as I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. I place a hand on my cheek, feeling the heat radiate from where my boss had hit me. He grabs me by my shirt and pulls me towards him.

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me (y/n)! You are my employee! You will do whatever I tell you to do no matter what it is! I don't even care if it's on your days off or even vacation! You will do what I ask from now on! Do you understand me?" He screams in my face.

"Let go of me you scum." I say in mind.

"Answer me (y/n)!" He screams as he slams me on my desk, knocking the air out of me.

"Sir stop!" His secretary yells as she tries to pull him off of me.

He rears back and hits her in the face knocking her to the ground.

"You stay out of this!" He yells.

He uses his other hand to grab my throat and begins choking me.

"Do... you... understand....?" He hisses as his grip tightens even more.

"G... go.... to.... hell..." I say.

He doesn't like my response and tightens his grip around my throat even more. I couldn't breathe and I was beginning to lose consciousness. If I didn't do something and quickly he was going to kill me.

"Fucking bitch." He says before he releases me and walks out.

*cough* *cough*

After a few minutes I grab my suitcase and make my way to the elevator taking it down to the main floor. When I exit the elevator I make my way to the doors and head down the street, making my way to the bar for the third time. When I enter the bar, the bartender begins to fix my usual drink I've been getting ever since I started coming here. He hands me my drink and notices my neck starting to turn black and blue.

"What happened to you? You look like shit?" He asks.

"It's nothing." I lie, taking a sip.

"Bull shit! I can see that it's not. What happened?" He asks again.

"My boss was pissy because I didn't get enough info about that man who was found dead in the park Saturday morning." I say.

"So he decided to choke you all because of that?" He says as he makes the other customers drink.

"I told him that I didn't appreciate him having me go on my day off and said that he should get off his lazy ass and do it himself if it happens again."

"Damn... gotta say you've got a lot of guts kid." He smirks.

"Thanks for the drink and chat. How much do I owe you?" I ask, reaching for my wallet.

"Nothing, it's on the house." He says, taking the empty glass from me and washing it.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"I'm sure. Now go home and get some rest." He says.

Hopping off the stool I say goodnight and head out the door. Walking down the street I hear a familiar voice behind me.

"Good evening (y/n). Didn't expect to see you out this late."

I turn around to see my manager standing behind me. Before I could get a word out he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the alley where he pins me against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" I yell.

"You're not going anywhere." He says as he grabs my throat with both hands and starts to choke me again.

I struggle against him trying to free myself from his grip. I begin to feel light headed as his grip on my throat tightens even more, causing me to gasp for air. I was slowly beginning to lose consciousness again until I felt his grip loosen up as I felt something warm on my hand. I looked down to see that I had stabbed him in the chest with my knife. My eyes widen in horror as he collapses to the ground.

I stand there for a moment looking between him and my knife as I feel that same sensation from Friday take over once more. After a few silent moments I walk over and stab him again. He screams as I do so begging me to stop and that he was sorry.

"Sorry? Do you really think apologizing to me is going to save you?" I ask.

He nods his head.

"Hate to break it to you but that's not going to work." I say as I slit his throat.

I stand there watching as blood runs out his throat and onto the pavement, unaware of a certain bartender watching from the shadows of the adjoining alley.

"Karma is a bitch."

A/n

I'm sorry if this chapter sucked. This one was really hard to write. Let me know what you guys think and thanks for reading.