The Violator
Avery Sam
The Violator
by Avery Sam
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A Pure and Shining Spirit
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A Pure and Shining Spirit
Gary knew full well that Summer Bolton was out of his league.
Nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from having a major crush on her. Blonde, fresh-faced and the epitome of teenage beauty, she existed in a rarified plane Gary knew he could never hope to reach.
Despite the fact that they were in the same grade, he doubted that she was aware of that. They worked several overlapping shifts at the fast-food restaurant, and yet he was also pretty sure that she didn’t even know his name.
Gary didn’t mind that Summer had gotten the prestigious job of running the register while he was stuck cooking fries during the lunch rush and taking out the trash and sweeping up the rest of the time.
It was simply the natural order that goddesses like Summer were placed in the spotlight. Besides, every once in a while, their skin would make contact when he would hand her a carton of fries, and that was more than enough recompense for the long hours and low pay.
Why Summer had chosen to work at such a rinky-dink restaurant was a mystery, but one Gary was eternally grateful for. As the child of a single parent and born in the wrong socioeconomic class, being a fast-food worker was just the first of a long line of boring, soul-crushing jobs, he was sure. That’s why he savored every minute working with Summer because he knew the gods were bound to swoop in at any moment and lift her up into the world of luxury and ease that she deserved.
Watching the men come into the restaurant and awkwardly try to flirt with Summer wasn’t all that painful for Gary because he knew he would do the same if he was in their shoes. How could they not? She was a treasure to behold, and her smile could gladden a thousand hearts.
Yet it never occurred to Gary to ask why he had never seen any signs of her having a boyfriend. No smirking football player in his letter jacket coming in to cadge free food or pick her up after work. No giggling phone calls on her break. Not even an overheard word about guys when she was talking with her female coworkers.
Which is why Gary got lulled into thinking that maybe she was beyond the need for mortal affairs, existing as a pure and shining spirit.
All that changed on a dreary Wednesday afternoon when a customer ambled in during the lull after the lunch rush. The tables were mostly empty, and Gary had just finished a trash run when he spotted the guy strolling up to the counter.
At first glance, he looked to be in his early to mid 20s, but there was something severe about his face that made him seem a decade older. He had a leather jacket on, but wore it casually, as if he’d just thrown it on as an afterthought rather than making an intentional fashion statement.
His hair, although not particularly long, hung limp and greasy around his face. And while he wasn’t fat, there was a fleshiness to his cheeks and belly that made it seem as though he were a regular consumer of junk food. There was an unmistakeable glint of intelligence in his eyes, but his lower lip protruded out, and even from behind the counter, Gary could hear him snorting via his nose.
Frankly, there was something terrifying about the customer, although Gary couldn’t quite put his finger on what was so unnerving about his demeanor. Even Summer’s smile seemed less sure as she launched into her standard spiel about the promotional deal that the restaurant was running.
Nonetheless, Gary probably would’ve forgotten all about him had he not suddenly grabbed Summer’s arm and said something to her that instantly wilted the smile on her face. For a moment, she looked scared and withdrawn, but just as Gary was about to charge forward to defend her, she sprang back to her normal ebullient, happy self as she bustled around behind the counter to fill his order.
Gary watched with fascination as the strange customer swung a baleful eye around at the rest of the staff. When his gaze fell on him, Gary felt a chill run down his spine. For a brief second, it was as if his soul had been searched and declared wanting. Once released from his grip, Gary clutched his chest, his pulse racing.
They call them fast-food restaurants because of the priority on speed, so the entire encounter from the time the customer walked up to the counter to the moment when he lurched away, gripping the to-go bag in one hairy knuckled fist was a matter of just a couple of minutes.
Yet on some level, it felt to Gary as though hours had gone by, and he found himself staring uncomprehendingly at his mop before his befuddled mind remembered that he had to go clean the bathroom.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Gary made his way out onto the floor. A party of six young kids and one flustered adult had left behind a mountain of trash on one of the tables, so Gary stopped to bus it and give it a quick wipe with his rag. He then went over to the stack of plastic trays, removing the few ketchup-soaked ones that careless customers had failed to throw away, and slid them over to be carried into the back later.
With the dining area straightened out, Gary rolled his mop and bucket toward the bathrooms. As usual, he started with the men’s restroom first, relieved to see that there were no unpleasant surprises waiting for him, just the usual mess of discarded bits of toilet paper on the floor and a few splashes of liquid between the sinks and the hand dryer.
When he was done, Gary moved onto the women’s bathroom, knocking first to prevent surprising any unsuspecting old ladies. Not hearing any cries of protest, Gary eased open the door and saw that the space was vacated, so he rolled in his mop and bucket.
Yet just as his mop hit the floor with a wet smack, Gary heard some strange grunting noises coming from one of the stalls. He’d heard plenty of customers processing the cheap processed food the restaurant served in noisy and colorful ways, but something about the sound seemed different. Furthermore, the feet he could see beneath the stall door were pointing the wrong way, toward the back wall.
Curious, Gary inched his way closer to the stall until he could get a glimpse of what was happening through the gap between the stall door and the frame. Gary gasped in surprise when he saw a shock of blonde hair and then a slice of Summer’s face, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
His heart hammering in his chest, Gary leaned in closer until he realized with horror that the odd customer in the leather jacket from before was in there with Summer.
Even worse, they were clearly having sex, the grunts matching a rhythmic slap as the guy thrust himself inside of the girl of his dreams.