WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!! VIOLENT SCENES TO FOLLOW!!
You realized you lock the back door and the keys are in the front door. There's no way out. You slowly walk out of the kitchen.
*Maybe I'm seeing things that aren't there. I mean I work with him every day, he's a good guy? Right?*
"Mike?"
"Yeah, I'm over here"
His tone is flat as if he is suppressing emotion.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You just seem a bit mad back there?"
"No, I think you're seeing things"
"Okay, you sure?"
Suddenly he looks at you as if only noticing you now for the first time. His brows knit.
"YEAH, DIDN'T I JUST SAY THAT??"
He slams the salt shaker on the table. You jump and walk backward slowly.
*s**t! s**t! s**t!*
You throw your hands up in surren
