No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts..." The man whose hand was being stepped on wailed in pain. Dustin kept his foot firmly on the man's hand, but his gaze was fixed on me. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, but my phone's a goner," I said, prompting Dustin to look at the shattered smartphone on the ground.

"Mr. Wagner, Mr. Wagner..." Larson hurried over, his hands outstretched as if wanting to pull Dustin away but not daring to touch him, just stretching awkwardly.

"Dad, it really hurts," the man on the ground reached out to Larson with his other hand.

That call of "dad" made everything clear to me. No wonder this jerk was acting so tough; he had his old man backing him up.

"Mr. Wagner, could you please let my son go?" Larson pleaded with Dustin.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his son let out an even more agonizing scream.

"Mr. Wagner, Mr. Wagner," Larson was visibly distressed, practically spinning in place.

Dustin ignored him, instead turning Deborah. "Have someone bring over a new phone."

Deborah, now his assistant, nodded immediately and looked at me. "We'll get the latest Pro model..."

she could finish, "Dustin, there's no need for

"Yes, I'll pay, I'll

to

Who knows if there might be some

had been hit

and are willing to compensate,

do you want?" I looked at

I spoke up, "Compensation is due, of course, but

eye for an eye," I looked at Larson, "Right,

Larson was obviously

it himself, since it's his son. After all, 'the father is responsible for the son's education'," Dustin chimed

Dustin was; otherwise, he wouldn't be acting so

that Dustin had

this was

since Dustin was

on the boy's hand, O threatening further