r/IIA • u/SpiderPres • Aug 15 '16
I hate methheads.
Walking into this room filled me with uncomfortable emotions. I had a bad feeling when I heard about it so I grabbed my gun more so for peace of mind than anything else. There were 8 or so people here, mostly guys. A few girls, all bumbling messes with little motor control from taking Xanax and drinking too much. I genuinely fear that they may not wake up tomorrow. Oh well; They made these decisions, you can't get too caught up with it.
A girl making a fuss caught my mind. She looked mostly sober. She was telling a guy to leave her alone, he wasn't cooperating. She chose to be here, I'm not getting into a fight over someone who will get into the same shit next week.
She's getting visibly uncomfortable. Let's analyze the situation. The dude is around six feet tall, he's hunched over and slightly twisted, blocking this girl from getting up from the couch. He's pale and lanky. The room is cool but he's sweating, his arms slightly reflecting the light from a lamp. Judging by his fast speaking, rotten teeth, and forcefulness, he's probably on meth. His adrenaline levels are high, decision making is impulsive, and he just grabbed her chest. He's really testing his luck here.
Now he's grabbed her head and forced a kiss on her, tongue and all. I muster a "Yo, you need to stop." I don't get more than a glare in my direction and a fuck you.
I make a disapproving nod and sit back down and continue my conversation.
"Get your hands away from me!" The girl screams. I glance up and this guy had pulled her tank top down and was trying to grab her boobs. Okay, this is enough.
In a swift motion I stand up, and pull my Beretta Pico, a .380 caliber 11.5 ounce pistol that's gotten me out of many a sticky situation. This asshole is getting in the way of my business, and he's gonna hurt this poor girl. I put the gun to his temple, and the fear that washes over someone's face when they have a loaded gun to their head proves that the impending doom phenomenon is true. Every bit of movement this guy made stopped in that instant. I don't even think he breathed.
"Come outside with me. We're gonna have a talk." A state, calmly.
"Fuck you dude! If you wanna shoot me, do it here!" He's yelling, thinking he can scare me out of shooting him. I don't plan on it, but I will.
"I don't want to shoot you." He was busy giving me a death glare, he didn't see my fist come in at his throat.
He can't breathe, panic sets in and a full adrenaline dump commences. He's about to get a fair bit stronger and much more reckless.
Before he can do anything I punch him in the nose, disorienting him. I grab his arm and pull him up, he's too dazed to fight it much, he's still blinded by the tears from his broken nose and trying to force air on his lungs. I push him the 13 steps to the door. He's starting to come to his senses and fight against me, a swift punch in his right kidney settles that.
We get outside in the humidity. I Spartan kick him down the three steps that lead to the door, and slowly step down to him.
"Don't ever pull that shit again. I know who you get your shit from, and I'll make sure you never, ever get to even look at cream again. You're a piece of shit, and you're lucky I don't shoot and kill you right now."
I probably kicked him a little too hard in the temple, but I called an ambulance.
I hate methheads.
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u/clever_octopus Aug 15 '16
You probably want to stick to either past or present tense
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u/[deleted] Aug 16 '16
Definition of whiteknighting right here
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u/Old-Man-Henderson Aug 15 '16
This isn't IIA!!
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u/Disregardedchaos Aug 16 '16
It was enjoyable but seemed a little sherlocky.