HIM: MR REDELLO

4. AN EYE FOR AN EYE

Me: mhhh.
…: mhhh ?, you better watch your mouth.
Me: or what
…: You don’t wanna know.
Me: You are a Sad, Weird Man with “I will mind other peoples business” syndrome.
…: excuse me ?
Me: you heard me.
 
I look him in the eyes, I was so fed up. He was in my business. I break eye contact and look away.
 
…: You will regret your words, so you better take them back
Me: (silence)
…: take them back…
Me: (folds arms)…
 
I look away.
 
…: okay.
 
I continue looking away and then something starts dripping from my head. I look up and it’s water.
 
Me: what the fuck.
…: think fast.
 
He splashes the water on my face all the way down go my toes.
 
Me: what is wrong with you.
…: mhh
Me: (grunts)
 
I walk out and bump into someone smashing onto what they were holding
 
…: oww…
 
I look at my outfit.
 
…: I’m so sorry, the coffee will wash off just give me your details and I will pay
Me: no.
Quinton: it’s fine rich, she deserved it.
 
I turn to him.
 
Quinton: let me finish it off because my coffee is already finished either way.
 
He stands up and moves towards me. Grabs the Coffee and splashes it on my top.
 
…: haa
Me: (gasps)
 
It was so hot and he did that deliberately
 
Me: What is wrong with you ?
Quinton: You disrespect me, I disrespect you back. An eye for an eye
…: I’m so sorry on behalf of him.
Me: no, (Looks at Quinton) it’s done. Don’t bother yourself anymore.
 
I walk away with all eyes on me. I enter the bathroom and sit there. My outfit was ruined, I looked like I was a careless woman with no morals. A white blazer, baby pink shirt and White skirt all stained with Coffee.
 
Me: (sighs)
 
I take off my blazer. I was dripping, so I felt very cold, plus the air-conditioning at work made it even worse.
 
Me: (voice cracking) He did that deliberately (wipes tears)
 
I stand up and head back to my seat. I was so cold. It wasn’t even a joke anymore. I finish off my work and browse through my phone.
 
16:00
 
I was now lying on my desk, feeling so cold. Herbert was not even around so I had to wait for him. I have to take my outfit to the dry cleaner because it was ruined.
 
Me: (shaking)
 
I feel something landing on my shoulders. I look
 
Quinton: here is my blazer.
Me: I don’t want your blazer.
Quinton: its not like you have any other choice.
Me: I do (taking off blazer) thanks but no thanks.
 
I stand up from my chair and leave
 
Quinton: I am loosing my patience.
Me: mhhh.
Quinton: mhh ??
 
He pulls me and we enter his office.
 
Quinton: I am giving you, willingly because my brother spiller my coffee on you.
Me: oh it’s him. I thought I saw you also pour me with your hot, tasteless coffee…
 
I look at him and he looked really ticked off.
 
Quinton: 1…
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Quinton: 2…
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Quinton: 3…
 
He says this moving towards me. I move backwards…
 
Quinton: 4…
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Quinton: 5… (yells) GET OUT.
 
I look at him
 
Quinton: Get the fuck…
 
He places his hand around my neck and pins me on the door. I start suffocating
 
Me: ahh… (trying to remove his hand)
Quinton: I will END YOU
 
I start loosing consciousness and someone enters.
 
…: Bro what the fuck.
…: yey, what are you doing.
 
They remove him and I land on the floor.
 
Me: (touching neck) (crying) YOU ARE A CRAZY MAN !
 
I stand up and run out of his office, grabbing  my stuff and requesting. I send Herbert a message telling him I left. My uber arrives after 15 minutes and I go home.
 
QUINTON
 
Richard: what the f*ck Bro
Me: (hand on head) I don’t know. I do…n’t know.
Dad: you f*cked up son. Big time.
Me: (sits down) f*ck