Authors note- This is my first story on here, and am trying to see if this is something I enjoy and/or have a talent for. I welcome any comments, but would appreciate that if they negative they be made constructive so I can learn and grow. I may leave this a little open ended so I can do additional stories later depending on how this is received. As for the story any characters participating in sexual acts are 18 yrs of age or older. I hope you enjoy it.
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I suppose I should start by giving a brief description of myself. I am 6 ft tall, 18 yrs old, and will be turning 19 in Oct. A little on the leaner side, but work out regularly so I'm what I'd called toned vs skinny. I have brown hair, and eyes that are very dark brown. So dark that on occasion people have thought they were black.
The day started off in what thought was going to be an ordinary fashion. I woke up as late as possible to get to work on time. Partially because I cherished every last minute of sleep, but mostly it made sure that the bathroom was free. I had recently graduated High School and was working every minute I could prior to going to college in the fall. I'd done well in school. Was able to get a scholarship that covered everything except for books, and meals. My plan was to work, and save up as much as possible this summer so that I didn't have to murder myself by work as much while going to classes. This also meant I was still living at home with my Dad, Stepmom, and Step sister. We have a 3 bedroom 1 bathroom house, and so having access to the bathroom with hot water is always an issue. Sleeping in like this ensured that they were done and gone with the bonus of the hot water tank being able to refill for me.
However, when I got to the bathroom I discovered that the last person to use the shower hadn't turned the faucet all the way off so a very slight dribble of hot water had been running since their use. I immediately knew it was Stepsister, and she'd done it on purpose. I loved my dad and stepmom, but my step sister had always been a raging bitch on wheels to me. She was 2 yrs older then me when we met. I was 12 and she was 14. I'd always tried to be nice and treat her like a sister. No matter what I did though she was always just spiteful to me. I knew this was her because we'd had a massive argument several days ago where she'd called me a lazy POS for sleeping in all the time, and I'd accidently let slip that it was so I could have hot water to shower with. As soon as I saw it I knew what she'd done, and resigned myself to having an ice cold shower.
After a shower that could have been used to prep anyone for cryofreeze I left for work. Probably because I was already in a bad mood my drive to work did nothing to help my mood. One of those drives where it seemed like every light was red, and everyone forgot how to drive. So when I got to work at the local grocery store I was debating whether today I snapped in such a spectacular fashion as to have my own TV documentary. I decided today wasn't the day, and went in. Had I known then how much that decision was going to change my life I wouldn't have contemplated it in my car for so long.
Upon entering having just clocked in the first thing to happen was I heard female voice belonging to my female coworker Kristi. Kristi was about 5' 9", 110lbs soaking wet, hair as black and shiny as a cloudless night sky, unblemished skin the color of alabaster, and was very into long distance running (she ran full and half marathons regularly). Her voice was not an unpleasant tone, but hardly ever noticed given the amount of venom and scorn it was laced with. As if whomever she deigned to speak to was somewhere between something not worth noticing, and an eyesore to be disposed of as quickly as possible.
Now my whole life interacting with people has always been an... experience for me. I always got what I called vibes from people. For instance if someone is one of those super cheery always optimistic types then I'd get a flash of them as just blindingly bright sunlight. It didn't just apply to the person as a whole either. Their mood/attitude also gave me these vibes. Like when someone was really angry it'd be like trying to stand next to a fire, or if they were depressed it felt like being covered with my weighted blanket. Moving took more work, and just wanted to hibernate. If there was a mutual attraction between me and some else it was like I could literally feel this magnetic pull to them, and in a few cases I could kind of tell what direction they were in combined with approximate distance. I know the imagery is a little basic, and alot of times it was more complex. However, its difficult to put into words. With some people the vibes came thru super strong and easy to ready. Other people I just didn't vibe with, and took effort to pick up their vibe. I learned over time not everyone experienced the same feelings like me so I didn't discuss it with other people. Trying to in the past had led to mixed results. Mostly of the not so good kind. Which leads to this particular interaction with Kristi.
"Malcolm, the Lawman wants to see you in his office before you go out to the floor so take to the opportunity to rise above the slug you are, and be quick about it." Kristi said in a derisive tone.
Her words were accompanied with a vibe of a blunt rusty knife being thrust at me as they were meant to cause as much lasting pain as possible. These kind of vibes from Kristi weren't abnormal, but my reaction this time was. Instead of ignoring it because of my foul mood I imagined grabbing the knife turning it around and sinking it to the hilt in Kristi. Several things happened all at once or in such quick succession that's how they felt. I had a severe moment of vertigo almost causing to collapse, Kristi looked like she'd actually been stabbed, and she seemed to collapse on herself. She looked so lost for a second, and I swear I heard her mutter to herself "Oh god I am such a worthless piece of shit." After which she turned and walked away quickly.
With my mind reeling from that interaction I went to go see our manager Murphy the Lawman. Murphy was a large black man (think the Rock mixed with Samuel L. Jackson if they'd then let themselves go a little bit). Now he'd never been a cop or anything. The reason that he'd earned the Lawman nick name is because we jokingly said he is the personification of Murphy's law. Even when he'd try to do something nice for you it just went horribly wrong. For instance if you said you needed more hours he'd give them to you, and then you'd spend your entire shift dealing with Karen after Karen. On the end of the spectrum it'd happened more times than coincidence would allow that people ask to leave early to get home to find their partner cheating on them, get in a car wreck, and things like that. No one blamed him or held it against him. It was kind of a running joke. When I walked into his office I asked "What's up boss?"
He replied with "I know you prefer to work the front of the store, but we have several deliveries set to come in this morning that need to go into the fridge/freezer right away. Mack has a doctors appointment, and won't be in till after lunch. Do you mind helping till after lunch with the deliveries?"
