Chapter Eight

The Villain

People might describe me as abrasive.

Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive.

But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.

I ignore their calls and whistles as I bring a family of four their order. The Dad thanks me then does a double-take at my boobs. He's almost drooling at my tits until his wife smacks him upside the head and he looks down at the greasy tables to avoid me as I place the meals on their table. The wife glares at m