I didn't think much about it.
I had gotten into too many problems for taking my time to think and, particularly, for trying to be decent.
No, this time I wouldn't make the same mistakes.
It was obvious what Tom expected to get, and no 'decency' would give it to him.
On the contrary, I'd end up being the bad one in the story and the one who'd have to deal with the problem due to that 'misunderstanding.'
I kicked his foot so hard it forced him to let go.
I didn't give him a chance to catch me again and ran out through the kitchen's back door, straight into the alley where the trash and cigarette butts from other restaurants piled up.
I don't know when it got so dark, or if I lost track of time, but the street was almost empty as I passed by the surrounding stores. The town seemed like
