I don’t respect them and that I can permit some
jackass like this guy to treat a girl however he
damn well pleases.
I set down the serving tray, then go and storm
towards the door. I slam it open and shut before
pushing this asshole down onto the cold hard
ground.
Erin is crying by now and has covered her eyes
with her hands. The asshole tries to speak but I
don’t allow him to.
Explanations are useless and in my experience,
if you’re an asshole once, you’re an asshole
forever.
So I tell him to get the hell out of here,
justifying my reaction by claiming a sort of
employer-employee relationship with Erin which
could even be true. But in all honesty, I would
have done the same for anyone, even someone I
didn’t already know.
He gets up and walks away without too many
threats, telling Erin that she’s homeless and she
has to go pick up her shit from his apartment.
What a fucker.
Erin tries to talk to me, but I can’t listen to her
excuses. Who in the world would have to
apologize for some asshole like that?
So, I go back inside with my hands still
bunched into fists, worked up into a mix of rage
and adrenalin that this idiot has provoked.
I glance at Erin who is still outside. She’s
