The only people who fear death are those with *regret** ~Anonymous*
Pensacola, Florida 8:25 p.m.
"Fucking hell. Another day of being bitched at by my teachers"
Stuff like this has become a dally thing for me. Go to school, do work, get chewed out by the teachers, and go home. Then I go home to a father who does not give a damn whether I'm there or not and yelling at me for some stupid reason. The only reason why I don't run away is because of my mother. She is not always there because of work, but she always helped me in her spare time. But tonight I was not in the mood to deal with my dad. I decided to go where I always go when I don't want to deal with him. Waffle House. It's pretty bad that if I walk in they look at me and say "the usual." Tonight's employee is my friend Josh.
Bing Bong
"Hey Brandon. You want the usual?"
"Not tonight. I would like some hash browns, some scrambled eggs, and some orange juice."
Thing about Josh being a cook is he makes it entertaining. If anyone been to a Hibachi Grill you understand what I'm talking about. He throws the egg up into the air cut that in half with the spatula. The smell of hash browns and eggs being cooked makes my mouth water. He know how I like my food. Hash browns lightly burnt and eggs slightly runny.
"There you go man. So another day of your dad bitchin about somthing you didn't do?"
"Yep. I just did not want to go home and deal with him. Man there are just days I don't want to go home. Literally he texted me during class and started screaming at me for what the dog did. Like what the fuck. I can't control what the dog does."
I sat there talking to Josh for about an hour since no one comes in at this time, except maybe Truckers. I ended up getting a text from my dad screaming "where the hell are you!" I looked at Josh and said it's time for me to face the fire. I clean my booth for Josh and left a $5 tip.
"Don't forget Josh you owe me a beer after I covered for you"
"Hey! I told you that you did not half to. I was willing to take the heat."
I gave Josh the middle finger and walked out. He got really drunk one night was really messed up the next morning. I told his boss that his truck broke down and I was helping fixing it. The only thing I did not like about this Waffle House, is that the lights in the parking lot were all broke. To be honest I don't like the dark. It's not the fact that I can't see, but it's what lies within the darkness. I started to walk to my truck, when I hear foot steps over to the left. I walked a little fast with the key in my hand ready to start my truck in a hurry, but as soon as I got to my truck someone pushed me against my truck. I could feel the blade against my back as my assailant makes demands.
"Hand over your keys, your phone and your fucking wallet. And you can walk away alive."
"Ok. Ok. I'm reaching into my pocket for my wallet and my phone. The keys are on the ground."
I reached into my pocket and grabbing my pocket knife. I don't take shit from people like him. I whipped the knife out and spinning around and cutting his left cheek. Needless to say he was not happy.
"You little fuck! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Out of rage he lunged at me trying to stab me. He was a lousy fighter, but he was able to get me in my lower stomach. The pain was unbearable, but that also fueled my rage. I eventually went from defense to offense. I grabbed the man's wrist, causing him to lose the grip on the knife.