Watching you (16/?)
anonymous
June 11 2010, 14:21:18 UTC
"You can't steal either!" He, however, accepted me putting him by one of the sinks at which he crossed his arms and just glared at us, expecting me to handle the situation. I did, feeling like a hero as I turned to face the man and ripped the bag from his hands, easily. I may be slow in mind, but at least I am strong.
I am not strong when it comes to people crying, though. And that he did, he fell to his knees, hauling like a baby. I stepped away, taken aback by his sudden reaction.
"Please, please!" He grabbed me around the ankles, "please, let me have just one thing! I need them, I need them!"
"No, you don't! Get a job!" Arthur said from behind and took his bag from me. I kneeled next to the guy.
"What do you need the money for?" He seemed to search for a good answer.
"Wife and kids."
"Liar."
"I just.. Just one more.."
"One more what?" He slumped together on the floor like a rag doll. The way he was lying made me notice his arms. They were covered with small dots. I shuddered and turned to look at Arthur. I raised a brow. "Can't he have just one thing?" Arthur gawked.
"What? No!" He hugged his bag closely. I sighed and stood up, reached into my pockets and withdrew a few banknotes. I handed them to the man who grabbed them and stumbled onto his feet, clearly fearing I would take them back.
"If you go to the police, you'll feel sorry!" He said before fleeing from the room. Arthur tugged at my arm.
"What did you do that for?"
"He's a junkie."
"I could see that! That's what I mean - you know what's going to happen with those money."
"Oh, let him." I shrugged. Arthur narrowed his eyes. Someone entered the bathroom. It was one of the waitresses.
"Who of you are going to pay for the damages done to the café?"
*
Arthur looked at the evening sky. Just looked. I was sitting next to him, waiting for him to react, do something.
It had been an hour. Arthur ended up paying for porcelain, table, ruined service and other stuff at the café since I didn't have the money. I gave the junkie the last notes in my pocket. After that, Arthur said nothing. And somehow we ended up in the park we met in, by the oak, and just sat here, underneath it. Arthur was hugging his bag closely, not letting it out of reach for a second. I noticed how his knuckles had turned white from holding it to tightly.
"I'm sorry," I tried once more, for the fifth time or so. I really was sorry. Hell, I don't plan a date to ruin it. I was hoping to give Arthur a good experience that would made him jump into my arms and leave wet kisses all over my face. Not spit at me like I was some low-life creep. "I'm really-really-"
"Stop it." He sighed. I bit my lower lip and stayed shut like a kid trying to make it up to his angry parents. Arthur looked at me and shook his head lightly. "I still don't get the thing with the money." I scratched my cheek and blew a lock of hair away from my face.
"Well, there's lots of people in this world who're having a hard time."
"But do you think you're helping him, giving him money to keep going with his misuse?"
"At least I am letting him enjoy a few minutes of his miserable life." Arthur looked at the ground and peeled up some grass. "Arthur, we're not all wealthy like you. Some steal to survive."
I am not strong when it comes to people crying, though. And that he did, he fell to his knees, hauling like a baby. I stepped away, taken aback by his sudden reaction.
"Please, please!" He grabbed me around the ankles, "please, let me have just one thing! I need them, I need them!"
"No, you don't! Get a job!" Arthur said from behind and took his bag from me. I kneeled next to the guy.
"What do you need the money for?" He seemed to search for a good answer.
"Wife and kids."
"Liar."
"I just.. Just one more.."
"One more what?" He slumped together on the floor like a rag doll. The way he was lying made me notice his arms. They were covered with small dots. I shuddered and turned to look at Arthur. I raised a brow. "Can't he have just one thing?" Arthur gawked.
"What? No!" He hugged his bag closely. I sighed and stood up, reached into my pockets and withdrew a few banknotes. I handed them to the man who grabbed them and stumbled onto his feet, clearly fearing I would take them back.
"If you go to the police, you'll feel sorry!" He said before fleeing from the room. Arthur tugged at my arm.
"What did you do that for?"
"He's a junkie."
"I could see that! That's what I mean - you know what's going to happen with those money."
"Oh, let him." I shrugged. Arthur narrowed his eyes. Someone entered the bathroom. It was one of the waitresses.
"Who of you are going to pay for the damages done to the café?"
*
Arthur looked at the evening sky. Just looked. I was sitting next to him, waiting for him to react, do something.
It had been an hour. Arthur ended up paying for porcelain, table, ruined service and other stuff at the café since I didn't have the money. I gave the junkie the last notes in my pocket. After that, Arthur said nothing. And somehow we ended up in the park we met in, by the oak, and just sat here, underneath it. Arthur was hugging his bag closely, not letting it out of reach for a second. I noticed how his knuckles had turned white from holding it to tightly.
"I'm sorry," I tried once more, for the fifth time or so. I really was sorry. Hell, I don't plan a date to ruin it. I was hoping to give Arthur a good experience that would made him jump into my arms and leave wet kisses all over my face. Not spit at me like I was some low-life creep. "I'm really-really-"
"Stop it." He sighed. I bit my lower lip and stayed shut like a kid trying to make it up to his angry parents. Arthur looked at me and shook his head lightly. "I still don't get the thing with the money." I scratched my cheek and blew a lock of hair away from my face.
"Well, there's lots of people in this world who're having a hard time."
"But do you think you're helping him, giving him money to keep going with his misuse?"
"At least I am letting him enjoy a few minutes of his miserable life." Arthur looked at the ground and peeled up some grass. "Arthur, we're not all wealthy like you. Some steal to survive."
"They could get a job."
"They don't have the education to get one."
"Then they could go get educated."
"That costs money."
"So they get a job."
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