ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN

Episode 3

At the sound of the gunshot they heard from the direction of Richard and Nigel's dining room area Nigel and his two cooks froze where they stood as Hank rolled his chair in from the alleyway entrance and an oddly rumbled looking Mark popped out of the office that was reserved for Nigel , Mark and Spencer.

" What the fuck was that? ," Hank demanded as one of Nigel's hands reached into his jeans pocket to touch his inhaler. The other hand pulled out his cell phone quickly.

" I don't have the faintest idea ," Nigel said in a strained voice as he cautiously went over to peek around the kitchen entry door to see what was going on.

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Skip laughed as he watched all the big rich well dressed " I can take a bath or a shower whenever I want " assholes cowering in fear at their tables. They had probably all wet their expensive boxers and ladies thongs when he had walked in , locked the front door and then strut to the middle of the room to fire a shot at the ceiling once.

Right when he fired the tall skinny Black girl at the host stand took off running for the kitchen. So did several the servers. The assorted customers didn't have a chance to move to immediate safety.

" Stay in your seats , you rich pieces of trash," Skip demanded as he pointed his gun at Alfred's head from where he stood clinging to his walker. " Or the weird kid here gets it ! Once in the head. Sit down ! All of you. I want all your money, watches, wallets , purses. Whatever. I want them all. And then we gonna have some fun. "

Alfred was afraid to move and frankly his body was right now acting like it didn't know how to sit down anymore. He was trying though but it was slow.

Everyone else sat down quickly as Skip snapped at Alfred ," I said sit back down ! What? Are you one of those intellectual challenged people? You want to get shot ? "

Marco hissed at Alfred," Sit down. Now. "

Alfred's heart thudded as he said softly," I'm trying. I'm almost there. On the seat. I'm almost there. "

" Sit down! ," Skip retorted as his hand kept pointing the gun at Alfred firmly. His finger tightened on the trigger. " Now ! "

Gerald's face was pale and tight with worry for his teacher as he stood back up from where he sat with Matilda who was finally speechless. He took a step forward and said briskly," I can help him. Don't hurt him. He can't help it. "

Skip then turned around abruptly and pointed the gun at Gerald. " I said sit down and don't move. What is wrong with you people? Rich people have zero brains. "He took a step closer to Gerald. " What you gonna do, Mr. Hero ?"

Then he fired one shot at Gerald.

The big man was stunned. He had not done a lot of things in his life. His boring routine bland life. Things like getting shot. Today changed that one for him as he looked down at the blood on the front of his white dress shirt.

Alfred was frozen in place at that moment, his face locked with an expression of horror as he stared at the falling to the floor gradually headmaster. " Dear God," he whispered. " No. No. "

Matilda's face paled and her whole body began to tremble. " Oh no," she whimpered. " Gerry ? "

Suddenly there was a banging at the door with a voice from outside screaming out," Montgomery County Police! We got a 911 call from the owner about a disturbance in there. Please open the door!"