"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."
Ashley was absolutely terrified. She wouldn't take her eyes off the knife. She tried frantically to shake her arm free but he wouldn't let up, and when he had enough of her struggling, he back handed her, hard, and she dropped to the ground, bleeding from the mouth. I don't know what was worse, that I kind of enjoyed her getting hit after all the shit she put us through, or that noone, in cars, the ice cream shop, or passerbys, stopped when they saw her fall to the ground. I felt guilty for enjoying seeing her in pain for once, even though she deserved it.
"Come on man was that really necessary?" I found myself saying.
"And everybody wonders why I'm like this," Ashley said holding on to her bleeding lip.
"You're like this because you're an evil spiteful bitch who'd walk over anybody to your way, yeah but that shit ends today, one way or another," he said running the knife through her hair so she knew what he meant. "Now stand the fuck up!
Out of nowhere the most unexpected thing happened, I mean completely unexpected, Ashley started crying. That was something I never thought I'd see happen, ever. This wasn't just a tear or two she forced out, she was really crying, tears were actually streaking down her face. I guess it finally clicked in her head that her life was really in danger.
"Please, let me go, please!" she pleaded in a breaking voice looking up at him from the ground.
"You see this? It takes someone holding a knife on her to finally show some fucking emotion, and even now she's still selfish, she only asked for herself to be let go, not you two!"
She hung her head and turned it to the side out of everyone's view when he called her out. Even though he had a point, I was willing to let it slide on account of the knife he had at her chest, she couldn't think straight, hell I was surprised I was lasting this long. Rita gripped my arm tighter and I stood directly in front of her, determined to get her out of here unharmed.
"Can you blame her? You have a big fucking knife aimed at her threatening to stab her!" I said.
"Don't fucking defend her! You probably hate her just as much as I do don't you? DON'T YOU?"
I thought for a quick second, I had to choose my words carefully, if I said the wrong thing I could set him off, and I wouldn't put Rita's life in jeopardy like that. "I'm not gonna lie, after all the shit she put us through, practically ruining our lives, I hate her, I really fucking do."
Ashley dropped her head and wiped her eyes, reality of what she'd done finally setting in I guess. "See! She's a fucking problem that needs to be dealt with!"
"Even hating her though, I wouldn't pull a knife on her, that makes me no better than her!"
He tightened his face to let me know he'd caught my hidden insult. "You wanna reword that?"
I decided to take a chance, but still kept Rita directly behind me just in case. "You're just dropping to her level man, having to force someone's hand to get what you want out of them."
"You know what? I'll give her one chance. I'll ask one question, if she gets it right, I'll leave, and everybody goes home, if she gets it wrong, well you can figure it out."
"Ok man, that sounds fair, she answers one question we all leave," I repeated.
