The Broken One

***Andy’s P.O.V***
I wait in the back parking lot of Redwood Psychiatric Center where the employees park, praying that Quinten is working today. His luck at getting away with such atrocious things is over.
After almost an hour of waiting a man comes out of the building. My heart starts to beat faster. Is it him?
I open my car door and step out right as the man pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket pocket.
“Quinten?”
I call, waiting to see if he responds to the name. If he does that means its him.
The man looks up at me, no recognition in his eyes.
“Can I help you?”
He asks, taking a puff on his cigarette. I walk up to him, forcing a friendly smile on my face so he doesn’t become a bit suspicious, I need to take him by surprise.
“Um no, I just wanted to ask you something”
I say, feeling a little sick to my stomach just being close to the creep. All I want to do is pound the guys face in.
“Ok, and who are you?”
He asks, acting confused.
“That doesn’t matter. But what does matter is what you did to Cynthia”
I say, letting some of my anger show in my voice. Quinten looks at me, a sick smile forming on his mouth.
Right as he begins to chuckle I lung towards him, slamming him against the brick wall of the building. I hear the breath get knocked out of him and his cigarette fall the concrete next to us.
I take a second to look at him, I see the fear in his eyes and feel pleased by it.
I bring my arm back and punch him hard in the jaw. He lets out a surprised yelp and puts his arms up in front of himself, trying to block my fists.
I push his arms down and knock him to the ground before jumping on top of him and letting my fists fly. Every crack and cry I hear from him just makes me angrier.
“How tough are you now, huh, Quinten? You sick fucking bastard”
I hiss at his bleeding face before slamming my fist hard into his stomach. His body lurches and his eyes start to flutter. I realize he’s going to pass out if I keep this up any longer.
I stand up and get off of him. I kneel down beside him and look at his swollen, bloodied face. He looks at me, terrified of what I might do next.
“I swear to god if you ever come close to Cynthia again or tell a soul who did this to you, I’ll kill you, that’s a promise”
I say, my voice low and menacing.
I stand up and take one more look at him before walking back to my car and getting in.
I start the car and start towards home, not needing somebody to come out and see me here.

Notes

Quinten finally got what he deserved :D

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~becca