The Coffee Shop

A abuser gets owned

"Can i get my freakin' ten cents you maget, you shorted me ten cent!" The young man that stood at the counterturned bright red as leaves on a fall tree. He hastly grabbed the keys that hung from his neck and opened the drawer and gave the strange, rude man his dime. I lookeda round i saw a man in a little corner table he was dressed head to toe in black except for the pin stripped tie and a white button up under shirt. He was a business man you could just tell. Everything about him gave his life away. I hear the tick tick tick of his fingers against the black laptop keys. I stare out the corner of my eye, he was talking to himself. I guess my prediction of him had been partically right, a business man that had NO life. I take a sip of my moca latte, the liqiud slipped down my tghroat, it burned. I like the pain. The door was opened the bell rang. The icy cold wind rushed into the small coffee shop and felt like a night in alaska. The man, rushingly, walked in followed by dirty snow and a fragile looking women that had red wringed eyes. I took a sharp look at her arm before she pulled her sleeve down. She had hand prints around her little wrist. Another spouse caught in the turbulance of spousal abuse. The man gave the women a sharp look, she wipped her eyes he didnt even have to tell her to she knew the look. They walk up to the counter, the young man noticed the situation but showed no emotion towards it. The man ordered for his life partner ( or so i like to refer to them as). Asfter they recieved their order of what-ever they briskly walked out, she trailed behind him like a lost puppy. I sat in my seat a little bit longer thinking about how much i hate people like him . But thats why i was put on this Earth. To pysically kill the emotional killers. I gathered my things into my arms and walked out of the coffee shop. Th cold winters air hit my face but i didnt mind, I was on a mission. I walked past an alley, but I turned around I heard the muffled sound of a womens scream. I look down the alley I saw the coffee steam rising upwards towards the Heavens. I turned and walked down the alley. Her checkered skirt was hiked up past waist. I walked past him as he forced himself farther into her. He looks at me and shouts "find another alley this one is occupyed." He laughs at his own remark and goes back doing his dirty deed. I walk several more yards and sit down my stuff I stand there just for a minute. When i turned around he was already starting to come my way. He gets in my face but before he could say a word I oull out the stainless steal knife out of my brown trench coat and insert it where he had hurt so many women before. I feel it making its way past the chest bone and i feel it breaking his arteries I see his life dripping down my hand and onto the alley road. He drops to his knees and lands on his face. The woman (now in a ball) looks at me wide eyed. I make my way over to her and ask "may I buy you a cup of coffee?"