THUNDERFIST : Iron Rebellion

CHAPTER 7

Cassian

Focusing the blurred lines back to straight one, i noticed the little chalky patterns on the green board in front of my eyes, the scribbled words and symbols made no sense to my updating brain but these people around me won’t understand a s**t i was going through, making through these years to show them that i am just like them.

How pathetic am i? I was disturbed but not broken, making my way little by little at the end of the day, marking it as i survived another one. 

The loud bells of the school premises banged, piercing the ear drums, and finally the school is over. Getting up from my usual seat at the end of the classroom, I finally dragged my ass out of that place I really hate. I don’t hate school, I just hate people around here. Mean shitless brain, they know nothing about anything.

The journey of being me, took a leap of seventeen years and here I stood, at the back side of the scholl, covered around by the towering trees. Lit the third cigarette of the day and took a huge puff out of it, relaxing my neurons to feel light headed.

Shake the end of my cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it beneath my shoe, it sounded so easy to see but I feel like that poor cigarette. Noticing the time running on the small watch on my wrist, I rushed immediately towards the cafe nearby to make my shift.

The pay is low but i have at least something. Something to offer my foster parents for keeping me with them. My way passed quickly watching the trespassers, noticing their features. I couldn’t understand that I am able to remember each face I met with them only once. Isn’t this fascinating and terrifying at the same moment.

Sunk in my thoughts, I opened the back door of the cafe and stuffed my belongings in the locker before wearing my apron and heading to the kitchen.

“Richard! You are late today. The school ended half an hour ago, where were you?” asked Maggie, a schoolmate working in the same cafe.

“I had my business to mend. Why do you have to show up always on time?” I frowned while watching her make the same face.

“You better mend your own business and i will mend mine, but i asked because the manager was asking for you, so have a great day ahead.” she smirked and left to attend the customers.

The manager, Dane Olsen, a dickhead to be true, but happens to be my manager also. He was making my job a hell by making me work extra shifts and still isn’t paying me enough because once i had a little conflict with his son, Jeremy Olsen.

I saw him teasing a young customer in the cafe and protesting but my fellow workers didn’t support me and I had no proof against him. After that, Olsen’s behavior and attitude has been changed since then.

Leaving the thoughts behind at the back of my mind, I took out the cloth pieces and broom to clean the floor and mess in the cafe. These days, we saw a huge rush in the cafe, which means extra work and putting in extra hours as well. Spilled drinks and food chunks, I took care of everything in those hours and had to wash the dishes to support another coworker. Hoping to bet this soon over, my eyes noticed Jeremy entering the cafe. He saw me working silently and I drifted my focus on my work.

He ordered something from the counter that I didn’t observe but I took the empty platters inside to place them in the sink.

When I was back, I saw Jeremy spilling his drink on the floor purposely and looked at me with smugness on his face.

“Hey! Clean this s**t. Don’t you know if you won;t keep the cafe clean, we won’t get any customers. Are you trying to shoo away our customers?” he called out to me like i am his servant, well instead i was.

I didn’;t want any drama so i got my cleaning supplies and finished my job. He was watching me cleaning the floor and purposely dumped the trash off his plate on the spot I cleaned. The s**t was pissing me off but i maintained my calm because i really need this job to pay my rent off.

“Guess you left some trash here as well..” Jeremy’s friends teased me but I picked it up without complaining.

Jeremy was enjoying the show and had other plans to ruin this. He got up and snatched the broom from my hand and I narrowed my gaze on him.

“What are you looking at? I am the owner of this place, and I can do anything. You have to pick my trash as well as my s**t, without any hesitation because this is our job.” he was mocking me but i simply nodded at his statement.

He was getting irritated because i was replying to him directly but following his every order.

“Seems like someone is in the mood today! What is with that mouth of yours? Don’t you have a tongue to speak louder?” Jermery shouted while pushing me and restricting me to go inside the kitchen.

“Jeremy, please, leave my way!!” i tried to make some space between us but just like his father, he is a massive asshole!

“Jeremy? It’s sir!!!!” he looked provoked, or trying to be.

“Sir! I have done my work, let me go.” I was getting this hard to take his s**t anymore.

“No! Come clean my shoes!!!” he said while spitting on the shoe.

I was eyeing at him, “that’s not my job!!!” i replied harshly.

“I said clean it or you will lose your job.” He was determined but I am the stubborn one, here.

I put the cloth down from my shoulder and watched his amusing expression.

“Since now you put the options for me, i will simply quit this f*****g retard job, and you, Jeremy Olsen, you are more retard than this job, so f**k you.'' I smiled before punching his cunt face.

The impact was too strong that he fell on his face and broke his nose. His friend picked chairs and tools to hit me but like that will scare me.

“Come over here, Bitches! I have got something for you.” I spat and kicked the frontliner first.

Sbatched the chair out from his hands, I smashed his face with the same chair. They started throwing the random objects at my direction but luckily, I dodged every one of them in time. Somehow, I was able to spot when that object would hit me and how I could dodge in time.

One by one, I knocked out everyone like throwing pebbles in the small pond. 

The looks on their faces were hilarious, especially jeremy’s.

“You! Cassian Richard, you will pay for this.” he was jabbing at me.

“Well, I had worked overtime without pay, now I think it’s all settled.” and a final blow to his face and he fell unconscious on the floor.

I saw how the customers and the staff were terrified, but hey!! I didn’t start that.

Before I could leave the place, the Police arrived and arrested me without asking me any questions. And then I saw  Dane Olsen.

“Take this motherfucker in jail, Sir! He has been threatening my son since ever. Sir, he had some personal grudge with my son and he tried to harm him in earlier encounters.” he explained.

I was surprised not shocked to hear the pathetic explanation from his side. Actually, I expected that and that’s why I did it today, I hit Jeremy today in the cafe for a reason. Last time, he was out of my grip because I didn't have any proof against him but that won’t happen today, my dear.

“At least, i don’t have to give any explanation for this. The almighty was watching all of the above.” I smirked while pointing at the CCTV camera.

Dane Olsen was shocked and sweating when i was dragged by the Police while the medical emergency was putting Jeremy on the stretchers. The chief officers demanded the footage and I was grinning ear to ear, knowing I finally got Olsen’s ass.

Best day ever!