"WELL WELL WELL, WHAT A BIG FUCKING COINCIDENCE THIS IS!"
We all turned in the direction of the voice and saw that same asshole that would just never go away. We knew who he was unfortunately and by the look of disgust on Ashley's face when she turned and saw him she knew who he was too. This fucking guy just happens to show up? Really? That must be the theme this week, everything you hate shall come in bulk.
"My three most hated motherfuckers all gathered in one place, what are the odds?" he said.
"It's no surprise someone else hates Ashley," I caught myself saying out loud.
"I call myself asking her out in front of her friends and the bitch flat out embarrassed me, treated me like trash and laughed in my face!"
"Because you're trash!" Ashley jumped in. "Prime example right here of a piece of shit man, a fucking waste of a body. Why don't you go drown in a bathtub."
"Come on man, can we do this another day, we're not in the mood for any shit today," I said.
"Well I say you are, let's all sit down and talk a while."
"Look you fucking creep, we're not in the mood so go fuck off somewhere else!" Rita said.
He grins at Rita and walks toward her. "You have a mouth on you, where's it been all this time? If you'd been a little nicer to me I would've put it to good use," he grinned.
That last comment pissed me off. "We don't have time for your bullshit man just get the..."
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE TIME FOR! YOU'RE ON MY TIME NOW, AND YOU'RE GONNA DO EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING SAY!"
Ashley huffed and crossed her arms. "Hmmph, typical loser."
He turned and glared a hole right through Ashley. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me, typical fucking loser. Nobody wants you so you have to force your way onto them, you're the lowest kind of man out there. It's kind of pathetic really."
He started getting red in the face. She'd really pushed his buttons saying stuff that kinda resembled her a little bit, but it had a bigger effect on him. "I'd watch it bitch."
Ashley decided to press her luck and walked up to him, right in his face. "Or what? You're gonna keep getting all red in the face? Please. You aren't gonna do anything, you're nothing but a little boy acting like a man. I don't know why I even waste my breath on you."
Ashley turns to leave and he grabs her arm before she gets too far. "Don't walk away from me!"
With lightning quickness she spins around with the other arm and slaps him clean across his face, the sound echoing over the few cars driving by as he staggered back and cupped his face with his hand. "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Ashley yelled.
As if his face wasn't red enough, now he had a handprint on the left side of his face. That definitely pushed him over the edge. He grabbed her arm again (this time her right one) with more force and yanked her back in front of him. "Bitch, you're gonna pay for that."
She goes to hit him again but freezes when he lifts up his shirt and pulls out a knife. Both Rita and I are locked on him in horror as he puts the knife against Ashley's chest.
"You scream, and I'll stab you right fucking now."
The scene escalated in a matter of minutes from just arguing to all of our lives being in danger thanks to Ashley. Her constant need to belittle someone finally came back to bite her in the ass, and in the worst possible way.
"Yeah bitch, you wanna get quiet now that your precious life is in danger."
Rita locked her arm in mine and was standing halfway behind me. I could feel her shaking she was so scared. Ashley on the other was an entire different definition of scared. She was absolutely horrified, to the point where it looked like she was gonna cry. I myself was definitely scared, I mean he had a knife, and he was crazy, but I told Rita I would risk my life for her without hesitation, so my protective instinct overrode my fear of the knife, that and him pulling a knife around Rita got me a little pissed, so my adrenaline started to flow.
"Really man? Why would you bring a knife out here, we're at an ice cream shop! There's cars driving past us right now!" I said.
"Yeah, but there's only one problem, it's the fucking suburbs. Noone in this fucking town stays out late unless they're working, and even then they're just worried about going home, not kids fighting at a fucking ice cream shop! Not a single car is slowing down, or even acknowledging I have a knife. The people in the ice cream shop aren't even doing anything, they can't even see it. For all they know, we're just having a really heated argument," he replied.
Unfortunately he was right. He had Ashley's body blocking the knife from the front and his was blocking it from the back, noone would even know he had a gun, not unless he stabbed her...
"Now that I have your attention, what should I do?" he asked noone in particular.
"You could let us go, look at them, they're scared to death man!" I said.
"Good! Finally they fucking know the world doesn't revolve around them! She gets all bent outta shape because I grabbed her ass, and you wanna be big
fucking hero boyfriend and cause problems, and this bitch right here deserves everything she fucking gets, fucking president of the feminists of America, I don't
even wanna get into the things she did to me, or I've seen her do," he said as he yanked on her arm.
"That's what this is about? You're mad because she, like any other person, doesn't wanna be groped in public by someone they don't know, and I'm bad for defending her? I don't know what Ashley did to you, and knowing her it was definitely bad, but come on man, stabbing her doesn't even the score."
