ILL-TREATMENT

It is night and I am walking in the street.

Behind me I hear footsteps closing in on me. If there is one thing I can't stand it is being followed, so I descided to let him pass by.

I stop before a shop window and at the moment he passes me by I glance at him, just to see his face. In the corner of my eyes I see this knife and immediately I turn around and kick his knees.

He drops his knife and I kick him, again and again, after which he himself drops down to the ground. After that I can't stop anymore.

It turned out to be someone I knew who thought I owned him money.

One could call this a criminal settlement but it was called ill-treatment.

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