  His white BMW was the only car on level two. And upon sight of his car I heard it, solid, and to the point. “That BITCH! That fucking BITCH!” he yelled out in the night sky. I came closer and closer to him to hear what else he had to say. “BITCH BITCH BITCH!” he kicked the nearby wall with each word. I got closer to him with each kick.
And then finally I was right behind him. “Hey. That’s no way to treat a wall much less a woman.” I calmly said as he turned to see the chillingly familiar voice. “Huh? What the fuck are you doing here! ?” He was pissed but confused. "You forgot your phone. " "No I didn't. " He reached into his breast pocket and felt the toy's presence. "What the fuck do you want you dick? " “You can’t just go around pretending you own everything. You did wrong tonight. You were all wrong.” “What the fuck!
?” “Look, just because you dedicate all your time at your job for good money and I dedicate to your yuppie best metallic in cr—” I stopped my self in confusion. An operatic female voice shook my skull. “Now you listen to me you asshole. " He gnashed his teeth. I couldn't believe he was going to direct his anger at me. There was something in my sweaty hands that I gripped tightly.
He frantically continued his anger. "Who drives what around here? I bet you couldn’t even afford to eat at your own restaurant. You mother fu—” I did it. God let this be your will again. I did it. My ballpoint pen stood erect in his neck, jammed to the left of his Adams apple. He dropped to his knees and looked up at me trying not to drown on his own blood. “Plee—eease,” he gargled. His eyes opened in pure astonishment and then slowly formed into what I would call… “Humility.” He looked at me with the sweetest humble eyes I’ve ever seen from a human because he wanted me to forget every sin he’s ever sinned against man and seek help. He wanted help. He needed help. 
