Those dark grey eyes glared at me. He was nothing but a wispy mustache drooped over thin lips. "So, what's your next move?"
I gripped the woman tighter, pulling her to cover my person.
The cop lowered his gun and tucked it into his holster.
"Son, you don't want(more) to do anything stupid now."
He held out his hands and took a step forward.
I stepped back towards several washing machines currently in spin cycle.
She was in tears. "Let me go. Please.."
The barrel of my gun was burrowing into her skull.
I spat at the floor. "You don't know what I want."
The cop pointed outside at his car. "You know more of my buddies are going to show up. And some of them ain't as calm as myself. Let's settle this now, make sure everyone walks away happy." He smiled. "So what do you want?"
"I want her."
"You know I can't let you son."
"I ain't your son."
"She clearly doesn't want to go with you."
"WAS your girlfriend," Leah sobbed.
"Leah, you love me. Don't deny it."
"You need to move on Neil."
"If I can't have you, no one can."
The cop took another step forward. I cocked the trigger and he stopped mid-stride.
"Not another step!" I shouted. Hot tears fell down my cheeks. I wanted to wipe them away, but none of my hands were free. I buried my face into her auburn hair. In a second I was on the floor, my pistol flung across the room. The mustache was mere inches from my face. He pinned me down. I struggled, but he held me down good.
He turned to Leah. "Mam, I suggest you go now."
She nodded and ran out of the laundromat.
As he slowly looked up, he had a slight grin on his face. He had the confidence knowing how clueless I was about what he was going to do next. It was an image that I will never forget. The wrinkles on his forehead revealed his excitement as his(more) face began to show more clearly.
His hair was short and proper. He had it combed ever so slightly to the side as if to show that he still cared about his self image. There was one hair strand that had a bead of sweat hanging off it, ready to drop at anytime down his forehead.
I was nervous, I had no idea how to react to this situation as I had never been in it before. I was raised to be very conservative and accepting of whatever the world threw at me. I wasn't the type of guy that this usually happened to, I was a winner. My nervousness was showing, and I know that he knew it too.
After what seemed like an eternity, his face was finally fully revealed. I had seen this man before, he was someone that I encountered in my lifetime, but I just couldn't put a finger on it.
His right arm started to move up and towards me. I clenched my fist and prepared for the worst. I had given up, I was done. There was nothing left for me to do but just accept whatever was coming my way.
This was the end, the cards were all on his table. I had one bad move and this was my consequence. His hand finally reached it's destination and it was all over.
Your next move is to pick up your jar and leave. Never forget that it happened when I brought my sperm sample to the urologist office after having a vasectomy 2 weeks before The young lady saying that was the girl behind the desk in the Dr's. office, she was kind of terrified. She said
"today is Tue." I said "So"? She said my Dr. the Podiatrist is here Tues. & Thurs., yours is here Mon, Wed. & Fri. I picked up the jar and threw it in the garbage as I left. Never had any more kids so it must have worked.