Get help from Eric

Lucas may think he is in charge, but he makes some serious mistakes a skilled fighter like you can use. For example, his stand is unstable. He focuses too much on **** you. And there are his arms. He stretches them too much. His soft flesh under his armpit is totally unprotected. You can easily ram your thump in it. And when you do so, Lucas gasps in pain and immediately lets you go. As fast as possible you run back to the customers area and to Eric, who is surprised by your sudden reappearance.

You quickly explain what just happened and Eric immediately stands up. with a dark look he tells you that he will take care of your stuff and heads to the employee room. After a moment, you hear Lucas scream. Everyone turns to the direction of the employee area. Another moment later, Eric is back with your clothes and wallet. Only a few steps behind him, Lucas stumbles and holds his hand over one of his eyes. You assume whatever happened gave him a black eye.

“Eric, what has happened back there?” you ask and take your clothes back.

“Oh, nothing worth bothering with,” Eric says and hands you your stuff, “I went there to get your stuff, he thought I’m your boyfriend and send you to break his arm or something like that, he attacked me when I told him he should fuck off or I call the cops. In the end, his … let’s call it >fighting skills<, were not as great as he thought. Knocked him to the ground with one blow.”

“Really?” you ask surprised, “that’s all?”

“That’s all,” Eric answers and nods, “what? Are you disappointed? Did you think I’m just another thug? I told you that I don’t do illegal things. He attacked me and now he will have to live with the consequences.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” you reply quickly, “from here it just sounded … strange.”

“It’s alright, Princess,” Eric says a little calmer, “you did right, asking me for help. That’s my job. And … I admit, I also wanted to do this. I don’t like thugs and unnecessary ****, but I also hate guys like this asshole who try to violate girls. Well, better go to the toilet and change. We bring back the uniform another time.”

While you walk, you can clear your head again. Maybe the day was not that terrible. The end of your shift was difficult, but you and Eric managed to teach this asshole a lesson. And you did the old owner a huge favor and earned some money. So, in the end, it was not as bad as it could be. Still, on the way back to the car you are lost in thoughts. This city is much worse than you thought. In your old home, most people were not rich, but cared for each other. Here it is the exact opposite. Everybody seem to be only caring for himself and people like Lucas are just the disgusting norm.

“Is everything alright?” Eric asks and gives you a concerned look, “you are very quiet.”

“I … I guess I am,” you say and shake your head, “I just hate this city and the assholes living in it.”

“I know what you mean,” Eric says empathic and gently puts his hand on your shoulder, “don’t worry, with some time it gets better. And if you need anything, you still have me.”

“Yes, thanks” you mumble and take a deep breath, “well, we better not let my dad wait.”