Alex Thompson wasn't always the friendly type, sure he treated people with respect and yes, he had a couple of friends here and there, but when someone speaks badly about his mother, he automatically stood up for her even though she says she has it under control. He had always been overprotective of her even as a child, he would get mad whenever people spoke badly about her.
His mother was a single mother who raised him single-handedly. After school, she would drop him off at a local daycare from the afternoon to late at night whenever she was given the night shift. His mother was a waitress at a local diner, winning minimum wage. She mostly worked every single day, but whenever she was off she would give her valuable time to her son by going to the park, watching a good movie at their home, or simply spending time with him. Even after a long day of attending tables or being yelled at by some locals or by her boss, she would always make time for him, but noticing how her eyes were half way open and the constant yawning, he would suggest for her to get some rest. After all his mothers' well being was far more important to him than anything else.
In elementary school, Alex was a good kid. He mostly got A's in English, B's in science and C's or B's in math. Math never was his favorite subject. Mrs. Roberts, an elderly woman, would call his mother, saying that he was a good student and that he would participate in every class assignment. This made his mother proud and to his hard work, she would always take him to his favorite restaurant which was an old pizza place where they made some delicious, hand made pizzas.
He finished elementary school and was off to middle school where the problems started to occur. His mother would get calls twice a week saying that he had gotten into a fight with another student or that he was threatening to hurt someone due to personal reasons. His mother would then pick him up from the principal's'office with a look that said 'You're in big trouble young man.' Alex would look at his mother with a small smile and said "I know I am."
After exiting the school building, they would make their way to the old rusty vintage red truck that his mother drove around town and as soon as they both closed the doors, making a very high squeak noise in the process, she would start questioning what was the cause of fight or why was he threatening to hurt people and it was always the same answer "Because they were talking bad about you" or "They were threatening to hurt you." and ever since then, Alex had made it his duty to defend his mother either verbally or physically. He chose physically in that matter and he loved it. There was just something about watching his opponent bleed that satisfied him.
Alex was now 18 and was a senior in high school. He had a small job at a local theft store that was near the diner his mother work in, but thanks to his behavior and his daily visits to the principal's office he was given two choices: One, due community hours or two, help around the school grounds. Liking neither or he decided to do community hours figuring he could help around town, maybe even help his mother at her low-paying, unfulfilling job. He had asked his boss if it was alright for him to miss out on work for a couple of days and his boss who was a 30-year-old strong silent type of guy named Abraham, said it was alright only that he'll need to make up those days. Alex gave him a small nod and began making his way to the nearly packed diner, somehow he knew this wasn't going to end well.
So, here he was now, standing behind the yellow granite counter. The warm bread like smell and the small mixture of syrup made his stomach growl as the smell of freshly made pancakes illuminated the diner. He could hear the sizzling sound of bacon being cooked in the kitchen, making music to his ears. Nothing could beat the smell or sound of a good breakfast plate being made. As the sound of dishes being tossed around in the back and the mixture of voices in the diner, Alex didn't notice the elderly lady that was sitting in front of him and who had been trying to get his attention for the past 5 minutes. She then waved her pale white hand in front of his face causing him to lose focus on his surroundings.
"Alex, boy, are you feeling alright?" The elderly woman softly asked as she looked at the boy with a concerned look.
Alex looked at the elderly woman for a few seconds and then answered in a gentle, deep smooth voice "Yeah, sorry Mr. Rose, I must've gotten distracted with that awfully nice necklace you're wearing" he smiled at her.
Mr. Rose was a white elderly lady that mostly everyone in town loved due to her welcoming attitude and her soft like child's voice. She had round blue thin glasses, soft blue eyes, white short hair and a welcoming smile. She wore a light brown sweater, a pair of khaki pants, and white worn out shoes. She actually was one of the helpers in the daycare that took care of kids, she even managed to meet Alex when he was younger.
Alex pulled out the small notepad from his dark green apron pocket and spoke "What would you like to have?" his mother thought him the majority of the rules in the diner ranging from how to treat a customer to make a proper salad. He took a quick glimpse at his mother who was writing down orders.
"Why thank you." She thanked with a small smile. "And, I'll have two buttermilk biscuits with a cup of coffee please." She orders as she looked at the menu. "Oh and no sugar." She added. Alex quickly wrote down the order and said "Yes, ma'am and will that be all?"
"Yes, sir." Mrs. Rose responded as she closed the menu with a soft smile. She handed Alex the menu and asked "How's school? Have you gotten in trouble lately?"
Taking the menu and placing it on the bottom shelf he let out a small chuckle "Well, school is coming out alright and I rather not answer the last question if you don't mind." One thing he disliked about this town was that word got out too quickly. He ripped the paper from his notepad and placed it on the small hook that hung down from the upper shelf, letting the chefs know that an order was placed.
"Oh, Alex." She disappointedly spoke. "Why do you like getting your self into trouble young man?" she asked as she shook her head slowly. Since, Mrs. Rose knew Alex ever since he was an innocent little boy and seeing how he turned out over the years, broke a small piece of her tender heart.
Alex leaned against the yellow granite counter and with a small smile, he answered in a low voice "Well, Mrs. Rose if people would just keep their comments to themselves, I wouldn't be getting in trouble. After all, they deserve it after the things they said about my mother." he backed away from the counter and ran a hand through his black messy short hair. "Plus, I only get in trouble once awhile." he added before turning around and started to prepare her coffee, not wanting to talk about his bad reputation in school. After he finished he turned around and placed the cup of coffee in font a Mrs. Rose.
"Thank you." she thanked. "Also, I understand that you protect your mother, but that doesn't mean you need to break people's noses or threaten to hurt them dear boy." Mrs. Rose spoke as she twirled one of her long pale fingers in the air. "After all, your only going to make the problems worse by fighting," she added as she began twirling the silver spoon on her coffee, mixing it with a little bit of vanilla coffee creamer.
As soon as Alex was about to speak he heard a angry voice come from the diner area "LADY I ASKED FOR NO CHEESE ON MY EGGS!" causing the customers to turn their attention where the voice came from and it was no other than the towns most disliked person, Travis Wilson, a wealthy man that only cared about two things, himself and his money, from there he didn't care about anything else. And who's ego was further up his ass. He had blond slicked back hair with light blue eyes. He had pale white skin with a small mixture of brown. He worn a gery tuxedo outfit with black shiney tuxedo shoes.
"Mr. Wilson, if I remember correctly, you said with everything. I even wrote it down." A soft voice answered. Alex, recognizing the voice of his mother, jumped over the counter and made his way to where both adults were arguing. It had been a whole week since he had gotten into a fight and it seemed like he was about to get into one.
Alex stood next to his mother and spoke in a low voice "Travis, if you don't cool down, I'm gonna ask you to please escort yourself out. We got families here who want to enjoy their food so, please do us a favor and cool off." he turned his attention to the town folks and spoke loudly "Don't worry guys, everything is under control. Just go back to finishing y'alls food."
Travis, not liking being told what to do spoke to Alex in a acerbic tone "Excuse me, but who the hell are you to tell me what to do? I'm a wealthy business man and I deserve to get respected." he then looked back at Scarlett and said in a bitter tone "Lady, you better control this juvenile or you'll be sorry." By hearing this, the room went silet Alex turned his attention back to Travis and spoke in a low, harsh threatening tone "Listen, Mr. If you lay a finger on her trust me, I'll break each and every bone in your pathetic body and to answer your question from earlier, I'm the guy who's going to beat your wealthy ass if you keep pushing me."
"Okay, no need for that. Alex, go back with Mrs. Rose and don't worry about me." Scarlett spoke as she gave her son a small smile. She then turned her attention to Travis who was glaring at her son and spoke "I'll get you another plate, Sir." she grabbed the plate and walked towards the back of the counter. Alex, gave Travis one last glare and spoke "I better not hear you talk to her like that again cause if I do, you'll be sorry." he managed to push himself away from Travis and was making his way back to Mrs. Rose until Travis stood up from his seat and spoke in a provoking tone "Listen, pal, you don't tell me what to do. I do what I want because, unlike you folks, I have money and power."
Alex stopped his trace, pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled "Jesus Christ..." he turned around and cleared his throat and spoke "Travis, I really don't want to start anything with you. Just sit back down and wait for your order." Travis, not wanting to listen, made his way towards the 18-year-old and stopped when he was a few inches away from his face and spoke "Or what?"
At this point, everyones eyes were glued to both of them. Some were quiet while others were mumbling among each other. Alex let out a small laugh and spoke "I really don't want to get that suit of yours dirty, but if you insist..." he turned around for a quick second and quickly punched Travis in the nose, causing the older male to stubble backward.
The customers were cheering for Alex.
Alex quickly placed himself on top of Travis and began throwing in a couple of punches, causing blood to pour out of Travis' nose. The crowed was going crazy as they saw the young boy beating the older male they despised. "I told you to sit back down and wait for your older." Alex spoke as he continued to punch the older male who was throwing a couple of punches but was missing since, Alex would easily dodge them. His mother, came running out of the kitchen and ran towards her son. She quickly pulled him off of Travis, causing the crowd to cool down.
"You ain't got shit!" Alex shouted. He looked at Travis who had blood pouring out of his nose and felt extremely satisfied and proud. "Alex, let's step out for a minute." his mother order as she pushed him out of the diner. As they made their way out of the diner, people would pat Alex on the shoulder saying "Good job!" or "Thank you!" His mother wasn't giving him neither or.
Little did they know that they were being watched by a cloaked predator...
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