Chapter 3: Rage Unleashed
A big hand fell on Joan's small shoulder. Joan's heart stopped and her blood went cold when this occurred. With this hand on her shoulder her life was flashing right in front of her. While she was frozen in her spot Joan whipped around to see her boss's angry and evil face with a look on his face looking as if he could kill someone.
Joan looked into her boss's face with terror and alarm. What had she done? Joan thought for a few moments, but before she could think of any reason for this behavior Mr. Richards spoke in a voice that Joan had heard so many times before. In fact it began to get very tiresome in so many ways, but sadly Joan had to deal with this…and so much more.
"What are you doing? You don't get your break for some hours get back to work!" Mr. Richards yelled as he forced Joan to look at him. "Stop that there crying or you will be out of a job!" he went back to his office in the corner of the building and sat at his desk. Mr. Richards would sit there watching and watching making sure is employees did what they were supposed to do. Right at this very moment Joan was the one that he had to keep his eyes on, seeing that she never listened or cared about her well off. Once she was fired she would care. By then it would be too late and she would have no job.
Joan wiped the lose tears that had fell from her lovely blue eyes. The restaurant was busy as usual. Customers filed inside ready for breakfast before there busy day began.
The walls butter cup yellow with the floor being an ivory white. The many wooden tables sat all around the somewhat small space. The many customers shouted for Joan to help them with their service.
"Miss I need my food I order over fifteen minutes ago."
"Miss I need my coffee."
"Miss you forgot my bacon."
"Miss"
"Miss"
"I will be with you in a minute." Joan said walking, no more like pacing, back and forth the many angry people.
"JOAN HEART WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING GET YOUR PRISSY ASS BACK TO WORK…NO WAIT A MINUET-" Mr. Richards said standing across the room from a scatterbrained Joan who was still trying to remember what everyone ordered.
"Yes." Joan said in a frightful voice.
"MY OFFICE NOW!" Mr. Richards yelled causing everyone to turn and look at the scene happening in front of them. He pointed his somewhat fatty finger into his messy office.
Joan followed him into what might be the end of her job. While she walked into the room a single tear rolled down her cheek which reflected off one of the lights causing everyone that was in the restaurant to see it in plain sight.
The door slams upon Joan as she walks into Mr. Richards's office.
"You just sit down right there you're not going anywhere not too soon." Mr. Richards said pointing at a chair in front of his desk while he sat behind it with a look of hatred and evil piercing his eyes.
Joan sinks into the chair that sat in front of Mr. Richards off. She covers her eye's with her hands and sobs wondering why she was ever born or put on this earth. She should have died when her parents did all those years ago.
"I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN. YOU HAVE BEEN TROUBLE SINCE YOU WALKED IN MY DOOR. EVERYDAY IT'S SOMETHING ELSE WITH YOU. MISTAKES, MISTAKES, MISTAKES. DO I HAVE TO DO YOUR JOB MYSELF? THE CUSTOMES COMPLAIN THAT YOUR SLOW AND DON'T LISTEN TO THERE ORDERS. DO YOU HAVE COTTON IN YOUR EARS GIRL? UH OR IS IT JUST BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT YOUR WORTH NOTHING. YOU THINK WHY SHOULD I LISTEN? I'M WORTH NOTING I'VE NEVER BEEN ANYTHIG. YOU KNOW WHAT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU…YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED THE DAY YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING PARENTS WHERE KILLED IN THE THAT ACCIDENT! "Mr. Richards yelled as veins popped out of his neck.
Joan looked up into her bosses' dark black eyes hoping to get some sympathy. She felt nothing but coldness since his eyes where distant and evil. Finally she lost it and the tears fell as a river rushing to the sea. She cried and cried without stopping. Throughout her crying Mr. Richards stared at her blankly and when she least expected it he hit her arm. She fell hopelessly onto the floor and she lied on the cold tiles with her arm covering her eyes as tears continued to flow. It was at this moment that she really wished she had not been born.
While she cried Joan didn't know that her boss had gotten up from his desk chair and made his way over to her. Within a few short moments Joan was jerked up off the floor and was being held tightly by the arms with her boss's hands wrapped around them with force.
All of a sudden he began shaking her with force. "WHY IN HELL DID I EVER HIGHER YOU? I SHOULD HAVE JUST LEFT YOU OUT ON THE SIDE OF THE STREET WITH NO GOOD FOR NOTHING JOB!" Mr. Richards yelled.
Joan looked into his eyes with fear and began crying all over again with her body shaking with every sob and tear. "Mr. Richards stop shaking me your hurting me."
Mr. Richards stopped shaking Joan but kept his grip a little while longer. Finally after what seemed like forever he let go leaving big red marks where his rather large hands had been. In an icy and rather raspy voice he said "Get out, get out while you still have a job…that is if you know what is good for you!" he said pounding his fist on his rather large desk.
Joan fled his office with her arms hurting along with her pride as well. Why was she treated so badly for? She had never done anything. When Joan stepped from Mr. Richards office people all around where looking at her, it was as if thousands of eyes where fallowing her like in one of those movies with all the famous people in them. Oh how she wanted to be a star someday. Where people where taking orders from her not the other way around.
A/N: Sorry it has taken me a little while to update been busy with college and all. What do you think? Review:D