from green to black

what would you do?

right. i feel sick. disgusted kindda sick, i had food
around 0045 and its around 0315 now and i still can't
sleep because i just feel like vomitting. i kindda had
my first really bad experience this nightshift as a waiter.
as usual i was the last to leave, waiting for my uncle
(he owns the restaurant) to finish up at his other branch
before arriving to pick his wife and i up for a really
late dinner, supper some might say. so as i was waiting,
i took out the last bits of trash. and there as i saw
it a couple were seated )seemly making out) at the water
feature behind the drink-joint. big deal i thought to
myself. i was about to shut the door and continue
cleaning up the place when i heard the lady making
curious sounds. i thought i heard a whimper, so i
glanced back to look. holy shit! the guy was trying to
take her clothes off, and she was crying as she resisted.
so kinky love right, whats the big deal? i stood
transfixed as i saw him force his way around her chest,
up went one side of her tank top, down went one side of
her jeans. oh come on! its my uncles friggin restaurant.
so i walked up and tapped the guy at his shoulder saying,
"excuse me sir." afterall if a lady looked like she was
in distress with a drunk guy, we should help her out
right? well, i did that. next thing i knew he thrust his
hand out at me and shouted to mind my own business. well
dude, you are distressing a girl outside my uncles
restaurant you better know it is my business. she
gave a louder whimper. i had to think of a plan fast.
i couldn't hit back. i'd be in trouble if i was found
trouncing an intoxicated man even if the girl was in
distress. so i took out my phone and held it there as
if to take a picture. he realised the repercussions
of the photograph made public and stopped immediatedly.
he discontinued his activity with the girl and got up
to give me chase. there was no way he was catching me,
myself being a good ten years younger. frustrated, he
let loose a lengthy string of vitriol. i had circled
the old barracks twice. his female companion made no
attempt to approach him, her absence was perhaps an
indication of relief to be freed of his odious presence.
i had the supervisor at harry's call in the police as
i exrended my lead in the 2nd round. i was tired from
work and weak with hunger, this had to end before he
could find reinforcements, trap and pincer me somehow.
i was wary, my senses heightened with the rush of
adrenalin stimulated by my years of experience in
such environments. we circled around a lone car in
the carpark, my pursuer relentlessly seeking my
capture. he walked away from me. i called my aunt
in the restaurant immediately, was he going for her
instead knowing that i am an employee in that
establishment. he returned dragging his female
companion, his vice-like grip on her arm ostensibly
causing her to twist and wince in pain. my aunt picked
up the phone as he was about to attempt to dash for me
again. no luck. she picked up the phone. i had to
act again.
me - "mommy, mommy!"
her - "who is this?"
me - "mommy this is (my name) here, mommy (her name)"
her - "what's happening? are you safe?"
me - "mommy i am being chased by someone who appears
to be violent, dont pick me up mommy."
i wanted him to think my 'mom' was far away that he
wouldnt think to enter the restaurant which i had left
unlocked to attack my aunt who would succumb to his
drunken rage. i would have no choice but to defend
her had he taken such a course of action. he didnt.
her - "where are you? where are you?"
me - "outside harry's, i'm fine. lock up the restaurant"
i could feel her anxiety and concern over my safety.
but i knew that i would be safe, the bar supervisor
had just yelled over to say that the police were
coming. i had to be strong, i couldnt let my legs yield.
he walked away to be with his female companion whom
he had dragged back. he passed my uncle who had arrived,
not cognizant of our relationship, they crossed without
incident.i told my uncle my story. i ended just as the
police arrived. my pursuer, was the first to approach
the police, followed by my uncle. a heated exchange
came about when he threaten my uncle. he had the first
word with the police, my uncle walked away. overcome
with fatigue i sat myself at the parking curb, a short
away from the police and my pursuer. it was finally over.
i was cautioned to take greater care of my safety in
future after i explained that i couldnt have taken a
photo of the couple or deleted it. such a photo would
be indistinct anyway as i had no flash and the surrounding
lighting was too dim to effect a clear picture. this
served to calm my pursuer a little, his main worry
assuaged. we had our particulars taken down. i left
with my aunt and uncle for food, the butterflies in
my stomach churning tornados. what an experience!
but my questions remain.

what would you have done? left them alone
was i nosey or did i do the right thing?
if it was perfectly enjoyable and legal wouldnt the
lady have told me to mind my own business as well
instead of shrieking as he violated her privates?
i did not take any pictorial evidence though it was
assumed i did. had i done so wouldn't such evidence
implicate me as a voyeur? chasing me with threats of
violence would be a downright display of guilt.
really. what would you do? there was no one around
for me not to approach him alone, imagine if he did
turn violent and he attacked my aunt. for the same
reason had i called the police and waited before
taking action or had i gone further in search
of help would i be too late to prevent the worst
possible senario occuring when i returned?
i asked myself, if i was right to make such a
'rash' decision? was it so urgent that i had to
act instead of look out for myself as suggested
by the constable? then would we wait till someone
holding a gun pulls the trigger at our leaders of
state before convicting them of the intent to harm?
then what if that lady was your daughter, sister
or wife? really, tell me, what would you do?

posted by green unseen @ 12:32 PM