Chapter Eleven #2
He begins to clean the bench with the towel that hung over his shoulder and I smell cleaning products so the towel must be damped.
I watch the motherfucker watch Harshal and I want to punch him in his privileged looking throat.
His nose is scrunched up while his chin sits high in the sky.
Who the fuck does he think he is, the fucking president of The United States?
Let’s see how high he’d hold his chin if I pull out a gun and aim it at him. Lucky for him my weapons are at home.
“There you are sir; this won’t happen again.” Harshal says.
“See that it doesn’t or you’ll be jobless.” The guy threatens, getting on the bench.
“Again I apologize for the inconvenience.” Harshal says before the guy rudely plugs in his headphones and begins to workout.
Yeah, this fucker needs to be taught a lesson and it’s a good thing I’m good at giving life lessons.
As I workout I watch the fucker give Harshal a hard time at work and it boils my blood beyond words.
I want to rip the man’s esophagus out and feed it to him for dinner for messing with Harshal the way he is.
First the bench wasn’t clean enough, next the mirror had too many fingerprints on them, after that the bathroom didn’t smell fresh enough, and so on and so on.
I can see Harshal trying not to fold and crumble under the pressure this man is putting on him and I have to give it to him because he’s holding up pretty well.
I finish my work out and decided to stay to watch over Harshal and to keep myself under wraps I decide to work out my legs and biceps.
The man works Harshal so fucking hard even other people are watching him complain about the littlest of things, shake their heads and go about their lives.
Harshal does give me weird looks occasionally and I suspect that he’s picking up on the fact that I’m hear watching him, so I take a moment in the bathroom to get him off those suspicions.
My skin glistens in sweat and my hair is a wet mess so I bend down and use the sink to wet it and my face.
The cold water calms the rage that flows through my veins, thankfully, and when I go back out to the gym I’m calmer when I see Harshal cleaning up a spilled drink by a woman near the Lat Pulldowns.
“You shouldn’t have that in here.” The guy sneers at the woman. “You’re only supposed to have bottled water in a gym.”
A growl unexpectedly escapes my lips as I watch the man talk down to the woman. The woman frowns defensively.
“I’m sorry and who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can’t have?” she asks.
Harshal finishes cleaning the mess she made and walks away so I go over to the woman and grunt out,
“I wouldn’t answer that asshole.”
His attention turns to me.
“I’m sorry are you speaking to me?” He asks.
“Well I don’t talk to thin air so there’s one for ya.” I shrug.
He steps towards me challengingly and I do the same, intimidating him. He shrieks back slightly and I smirk.
“Awe, don’t get all shaky now.” I mock. “Be a man and step up to the plate your pathetic stomach vomits all over.”
“Fuck you jackass.”
“I’m no jackass but I damn sure am not afraid to become one real quick, exclusively for you.” I say.
He opens his mouth to speak again but refrains, grunts in frustration, before stomping off.
“Thanks for that.” The woman said. “But I could’ve handled it.”
“He was getting on my nerves anyway.” I shrug, my eyes on the guy.
“Yeah, tell me about, I think he was getting on everyone’s nerves.” She smiles.
I nod with a grunt before heading to the lockers to grab my shit.
Exiting the gym I see a pretty electric car sitting in the parking lot.
Immediately I know it’s ass wipes car so I walk over to it and lean against it, waiting for him.
As I wait for him I see his plates aren’t Arizona plates, they’re California plates so he’s a rich prick with privileges visiting. Sucks to be him.
The sun sets by the time he comes out and I’m casted in a shadow of darkness therefore he doesn’t see me when I step up behind him. He jumps, his keys flying in the air.
“What the fuck man!?” he shouts angrily. “What’s your problem?”
“You.” I growl tightly.
“Piss off, I didn’t do nothing to you.”
He goes to pick up his keys and I don’t move.
“Look if you don’t go about your business I’ll kick your ass.” He threatens.
“I’d like to see that happen.” I state.
“Yeah?” he asks, getting up in my face.
“Damn skippy.” I confirm.
He goes to throw a punch at me and I catch his fist, twist his arm, and ram him into his car.
“Ah, you son of a bitch!” he shouts.
I shrug. “My mother was kind of a bitch before she was murdered.”
He kicks me and I grunt at the unexpected blow and he’s able to free himself.
He punches me in the ribs and I don’t feel much, just a weird pressure in that region.
It may be due to how hard I pushed my body during my workout that my body is numb, trying regroup itself.
I grab the pulse point in his wrist and twist. He falls to his knees, screaming in pain.
My knee connects to his nose and I feel and hear it crack upon contact.
Blood immediately pours from his nostrils.
I then punch him before kneeling in front of him.
“That shit you pulled in there wasn’t fucking cool.” I say, my hand still holding his pulse point.
He cries as I tighten my grip on him.
“Do that shit again and you’re a dead man.” I threaten. “This is the only mercy I’ll show you.”
He tries to raise my hat with his free hand, but I grab his finger and snap it.
“Understood?” I ask.
Sobs, grunts, and silent tears fill the air and I grow impatient so I deliver a good blow to his chest and I’m satisfied at the hollow thump that meets my ears.
“You know I could kill you right here, right now, won’t think twice about it, then go home, fix myself dinner and continue my homework like nothing happened, but I’m trying to be a good person and show you mercy and you’re testing my patience and mercifulness.
” I state. “So don’t make me repeat myself. ”
He nods frantically. “I got it, I got it, I understand, it won’t happen again!”
I release him and walk away, leaving him to cry on the street like privileged prick he is. Approaching my bike I put on my helmet and settle myself before bringing the bike to life and heading to the nearest store to grab something before I head home.
About twenty minutes later I enter Harshal’s apartment building.
I take the elevator to his floor and walk down to his apartment door.
Looking up and down the hallway I make sure no one is watching me before pressing my ear to the door to make sure the coast is clear.
I know Harshal is still at work and honestly he should be getting off soon, I just have to watch out for his roommate.
It’s quiet on the inside so I use the little wire that came with the wrapping shit I got to wrap Harshal’s present and pick the lock, opening it.
Before I could move the elevator door dings and the doors open.
I hear his roommates laugh before I see her so I quickly step into the apartment and close the door.
I dash for his bedroom and hide behind the door for now since its dark and she doesn’t even know I’m here, there’s no need to do anything extravagant.
She opens the door and I peek out to see she’s on the phone.
“Right well what about talking to the professor and seeing if we could switch?” she asks.
I quietly close Harshal’s bedroom door as she heads for the lights. She turns them on and she stops talking mid-sentence and I freeze.
“No, no, I’m here I just thought my roommate... left his bedroom door... open when he left the apartment.” She says slowly, the confusion clear in her tone.
My eyes advert to the carpet and I see her shadow getting closer and closer.
Looking around I notice that I’m close to his closet so I run inside and hide in the darkest corner.
I wait for the door to open but to my surprise it doesn’t.
His roommate, Brunelle, I believe her name is laughs before saying,
“You know what I must be losing my marbles, but yeah, anyways girl I think we should just talk to the professor about it.”
Her voice trails off as she goes to her room or I’m assuming that’s where she goes.
Leaving the closet I pull out my phone, turn on the flashlight so I won’t draw attention to myself, and begin to fix Harshal’s messy bed, leaving the gifts on his nightstand.
He was running late for class this morning and didn’t even bother to put his bed back together, I saw him through the camera since I couldn’t go back to sleep after getting up to use the restroom.
After fixing his bed I grab the white flowers I bought him and sit the bouquet smack dab in the middle of the two pillows he sleeps with.
I then place the note card in front of the flowers.
I didn’t sign it because I don’t want him to know it was me who did this and honestly after the day he had at work I think it’s the least he deserves.
Walking back to his door I press my ear against it to see if I can hear Brunelle and I do but she’s muffled so she must be in her room.
Opening the door just slightly I peek out and see that the kitchen and living room is empty so I slip out of the room and go to head for the door but as soon as I close Harshal’s door back Brunelle steps out of her bedroom.
I freeze for a split second before rushing into the kitchen.
I hide behind the dishwasher as the lights in the kitchen come on.
She enters the kitchen phone still to her ear. She gasps.
“No way!” she says.
My ears perk up for some reason before she squeals.
“Are you serious?”
A couple of beats pass.
“Oh my gosh I have to tell Harshal!” she says.
Now all I want to do is stand up, rip the phone from her hand and see what the hell the two are talking about. It takes so much self-restraint to stay hidden. I feel like you can clearly see me, but Brunelle has yet to see me so I’m still in the clear at the moment.
“Okay! Okay, girl, see you in class tomorrow! Alright, Alright bye!”
She hangs up the phone and goes to the fridge. I’m about to come out of my hiding place when she speaks,
“Does he know you’re here?”
I freeze.
She saw me?
“Behind the dishwasher, seriously?” she asks, pulling out some leftovers.
I come out of my hiding spot and stand to my full height. I tower over her given the fact that I am six foot five inches. She looks up at me with a smirk on her face.
“No.” I respond.
“So you’re stalking him?” she asks.
I wouldn’t go as far as to say I’m stalking him. I just favor him for some unexplained reason.
“No.”
“How did you get in here and more importantly what are you doing in here?” she asks.
“Harshal left something in math class and I decided to come give it back to him after work before I forgot.” I lie.
“And what is that something he forgot?” Brunelle asks as she moves around the small kitchen.
I grunt and walk out the kitchen heading to the door.
“You know I’m going to tell him you were here right?” she asks.
I stop in my tracks. Turning to face her I play it cool and shrug.
“I’m just a classmate of his returning something he forgot in math class today. I knocked on the door and the door popped open so I just stepped in and dropped it off.” I lie once again.
“Just a classmate?” she asks, putting her food in the microwave.
She shuts the door and punch in some numbers before facing me with her hands on her hips.
“Or stalker?” she adds.
“I’m not stalking him, you can ask him when he gets home from wherever he is if we share a math class and I can positively say that he will say yes.” I state.
She looks me up and down with accusatory eyes before sighing.
“I still don’t believe you but I don’t know you and you don’t know me and you look serious when you speak so I’m just going to go out on a limb here and say you’re telling the truth because I can’t prove otherwise.
” She explains. “If I catch you in our apartment again I’m calling the police understood? ”
I nod, not really threaten by her threat.
“I’ll just tell him a classmate of his stopped by to drop something off for him.” She said. “Now go on about your night and don’t let this happen again.”
I grunt and open the door, stepping out the apartment. As soon as I do the elevator door opens and Harshal steps out. He’s looking at his phone as he subconsciously steps out of the elevator. Someone exits their apartment with their trash bag in their hands. I smile politely and take it from them.
“I can take this to the trash for you ma’am.” I say.
She looks up at me and smiles gratefully.
“Thank you, sir, I asked my boyfriend to do it earlier and he never did.” She says handing me the bag.
I nod like I know the struggle as I take the bag. She reenters her apartment and I use the bag to obscure my face from Harshal as we pass each other in the hallway. He’s oblivious to me as we pass and when I’m in the elevator I let the bag drop to the floor as I press the button for the lobby.