Caught and Punished

"That was really fucking stupid," she said finally. She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head as though she were ashamed of my actions. Who the' hell did she think she was anyway; I didn't' even know her.

"Why did you do that?"

"Why did you hit me so hard," I replied sounding a little annoyed.

"Why did I hit you; well let's see maybe because you tried to rob my fucking store and I knew I couldn't just tell you 'hey, sit down and wait while I call security' now could I?"

I leaned my head back and sighed in frustration staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do next. "Look, I know this probably won't matter much," I said.

"But...if you let me go and forget all about this I swear you will never even see my face again. I promise."

She laughed and I found myself becoming a little angry with her. She pushed herself away from the desk and walked over to me, leaning down so that she was now eye to' eye with me and could look me dead in the face with those dark brown eyes.

"Are you seriously trying to talk your way out of this?"

"Maybe...I guess...I don't know okay, just please I said I won't-"

"I don't care what you said...what's your name anyway?"

I sighed and looked away for a moment then looked back at her.

"Why?"

"Because I need to know your name so I can tell security when they get here," she said walking away from me towards the phone. I realized now she had yet to even' call security. Regardless, I was getting the feeling that there was no way I was going to get out of this situation no matter what I did.

"Nick," I replied. "Nick Stevenson."

"Well Nick...why don't you explain to me why the hell you did this?"

What the hell, I thought. I was already' screwed as it was I might as well just go along with whatever questions she felt she needed to ask me. The sooner she called security the sooner they would get here and the sooner the police could get me to jail and the faster I could get this all over with.