Make Me Series

o your feet... but you'

ll, holding my collar, I groaned,

ccidentally, but he spat on my face while he was talking. So this is what all the fuss is about? That I stood up for Veronica? I shouldn

hought we were ou

use soon he landed a punch, numbing my face entirely. I felt as my nose starts

. he was blonde and his hair was very shiny, probably covered in

st shut the hell up. I can't. Have to have the last word. Another punch. I l

t I could never tell the details, only his silhouette. It happened to me once or twice before... always when I started to pass out, it was some kind of hall

now I could almost see his clothes, his hair,

ng my heavy panting escape my lips. I've had just about enough of this guy, and the sor

my eyes widened with terror when I realized that his hand went through the blonde's chest. He pulled it out almost immediately, and my gaze went instantly up, to see the eyes of t

lar, and the next thing I saw was him dropping to my feet, his body falling with the lifelessness

through everyone involved in the situation, and I'm not gonna lie, I was also complete

but his smile was so signature evil, so vile and seductive, even

*

r you witness someone's sudden death. How does a 20-year-old get heart attack out of nowhere? He had no medical history and no sign of a weak heart. I have not seen t

ven be real. It's jus

y intense and deep thinking. I snapped out of it and glanced at th

y but sternly. I went a little red from embarrassment. I wasn't one to t

here with it,

ceptional for sure, but his last line just somehow seemed too intimate to come from a stranger, it almost felt like h

black coffee and tried to keep my head down for the rest of my shift. Suzanne was kind enough to notice how low my attention span became, so she took up the harder tables, whil

g sound. I flinched, and regained my senses, then froze immediately. I was at the strange businessman's table.

murmured forgetti

with me today. Let me clean that up

table and crouched dow

rstanding smile. What a kind customer! We rarely have someone who wouldn't

I offered to pay for his coffee, since I was such bad service, and after talki

and Suzanne gave me a strange side-eye. We were finally clo

y..." I began, seeing the odd look she gave me, but she ju

over with that man... You usually don't take bullshit f

ebrow. Which m

ng my utter con

e was referring to. Though I did not see the problem, so I just shrugged. I'm not a pushover. I'm the very o

is cup" I

even apologising. I was so pissed, just looking at it. " Suzanne was a redhead, but also quite lite

e, so probably he wanted to fuck with me a little" though I kind o

tes we kept on the counter to know who ordered what. "

m? And he had the audacity to give me such innocent smiles as if he was the fucking hero of the situation. He had no

explode, I was so furious,

d since the cleaning was done, I c

uch more upset about the unreasonable guy than the death I just witnessed. But truth be told, the world h

mpty and silent in there, but I preferred it much this way. I grew up in a noisy household. Noise always meant something

ne sp

at home, I hope