LMPYITP: The Random Passages

Chapter 92 Revisited

            Liam just sat and stared at the screen. His blood was boiling and it was all he could do to keep himself from springing off his fucking chair.

            They were laughing and talking as they rummaged through a rack. How the fuck could she be having so much fun with someone like him? He was the poster boy of cunts.

            And she was fucking flirting with him! She looked so happy as she held up shirts and shit in front of him to size them up on him.

Your reasons

Don't make any sense

Jesus Christ! What the fuck was going on?

They found some shit for him to try on and he disappeared into a bleeding dressing room.

She stood outside and waited for him.

He came out wearing one shirt and held his arms out a bit as he waited for her opinion.

She gave him a fucking thumbs up.

He went back in and a few seconds later came out in a different shirt.

Again she looked well interested in what he was wearing.

And you're draped on him,

While you're staring at me

Whoa

Whoa

            They went off to where the jackets were.

            Fuck Face found a few he obviously liked and then they fucked off back to the dressing rooms.

            She stood outside and waited while he went back inside one.

            Liam's eyes were glued to the screen. He couldn't have diverted them from it even if he wanted to.

            The door to the dressing room cracked open and the dickhead's finger appeared. Liam couldn't tell what the fuck he was doing with it.

            Then Jules headed towards the door.

            She jerked a little as the cunt grabbed her wrist.

            Then it happened.

            Then it FUCKING happened.

            Liam breathed deeply through his nose. He tapped his heel in quick succession trying to keep himself calm.

            "Fuck it!" He said as he jumped up.

            He'd fucking deal with this bull shit.

            He'd fucking deal with it right fucking now.

            They laughed as they casual strolled out of where they'd been, with clothes and shit hanging off their arms.

            Their laughter quickly stopped when they found him standing in front of them.

            He was going to stay calm.

            He was going to fucking stay calm.

            He was going to try to at least.

            "What the fuck is this?"

            She tried to answer but he wasn't interested in what she had to say. He only had eyes for that curly haired prick who thought he was hot shit.

            Liam tried to stay calm. He really fucking tried.

            But the cunt just had to open his mouth.

            "YOU FUCKIN'!"

            Liam had him on the ground in seconds. He got a kick right into the prick's ribs before security showed up and pulled him off the bastard.

            He wanted to leather him. He wanted to fucking curl him up.

            And he would have if the bloody security guards hadn't held him back.

            "I want him outta my store right fuckin' now!" It was the only option he had. It wasn't what he wanted but he didn't have a fuckin' choice.

            He wanted to spit at the cunt as he watched the guards take him away. But he didn't want to risk fucking up the floors.

            "Come on, Liam!" A couple officers instructed him.

            He followed along trying to watch and make sure the cunt really left.

            They took him to some room in the back and left him alone.

            He took a few deep breaths and felt himself relaxing a little.

            He sat at the table in the room and put his elbows on it. He rested his chin on his fists and stared blankly at the door.

            He stayed like this for a few minutes...

            Until she came into the room.

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