Chapter 42: Ten Things I Hate About Shrews, Part 11

Man, he's more than just a sicko.

He's the sicko of all sickos!

How this creep still gets employed despite everything is perplexing me.

Alright then. Let's get into the finale.

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And now, the tenth and final thing we hate about Juan Miguel Juvama the creep.

He unknowingly killed someone, right on his very birthday.

Even when he was kicked out of Double-edged Pen, Inc., he still had so much money.

And to make himself look good, and not out of the goodness of his heart, since he knew his reputation took quite a beating from being fired, he decided to set up a community pantry on his birthday for the less fortunate in Coquitlam.

And on the day itself, many people showed up, mostly due to the free food to be given away.

There were no background checks being conducted on them to prevent abuse by those who pretend to be impoverished.

And since that day was a hot and humid one, the people who lined up had to endure the hot and sweaty feeling, even though the community pantry took place in an open-air public park.

Once the items were finally rolled out, people were itching to get their share.

The result? An outright riot, in the loosest sense of the word.

While there was little to no violence that ensued, people were pushing and were getting pushed by one another.

And those whose bodies were past their prime had to bear the brunt of getting fewer goods than they expected, just because the more fit had the advantage.

Once the dust settled, a 62-year-old man was lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

Noticing his awful state, some tried to resuscitate him using what they knew of CPR, while others quickly dialed 911.

In less than five minutes, an ambulance arrived and took the man to a nearby hospital.

However, thirty minutes later, the hospital declared the man dead on arrival.

The community pantry was billed a disaster, once trickles of eyewitness accounts were posted on social media the next day.

Those posts were quick to point the finger of blame to the organizer himself, Juan Miguel, in terms of lack of crowd control, his glaring absence from the event himself, and worst of all, his hand in the unexpected death of a senior citizen.

Locals were calling for the eventual arrest of the creep for his lack of accountability that lead to that unnecessary loss of life.

Indeed, police reports were piling up in the days after.

But then, those reports led to nothing, since there was no case filed against him.

Those locals were aghast that he was never brought to justice, and they suspected that he used his connections to get away with it.

Months passed, and people would forget about the community pantry incident.

But there are those who still remember it like it happened yesterday.

For Juan Miguel Juvama, it was a Tuesday.

But for those who were inconvenienced and for the loved ones the senior citizen left behind, it was the day of infamy.

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Now that the ten things both Lavian and Alexa hate about that creep have finally been revealed to us three, it's time for us all to take action.

Whoa. A knock on the door? This late in the evening?

This can mean only one thing…

The creep is about to make his move!

We quickly cook up a plan.

While Lavian and Alexa will stand by in the living room, Leigh, Aurora, and I will get to open the door and anticipate the creep.

Once the positions are in place, I signal,,,

"Alright then. On the count of three, open the door. One, two, three!"

The door is opened, and to no one's surprise, the creep is here once again.

"Wee hee hee! Good evening, lovelies! It's me, Juan Miguel Juvama, a.k.a. Seraphim XXX! I knew you would gather together in this lovely unit. As they say, double the pleasure, double the fun! Wee hee hee!"

As we three still stand guard on the door, Leigh declares...

"Dear Juan Miguel... obviously, when you said 'lovelies', you are referring to Alexa and her dead ringer here. All of us know that.

"The question is... do you have proof that will absolve you of the ten things these two girls hate about you?

"As toxic as your attitude can be, you still have the right to explain yourself. Just don't resort to ad hominem attacks and stuff to finally get what you want."

Aurora follows suit.

"Understandable, coming from an unhinged pornography fanatic. Thanks for bothering to stop by this little apartment unit in this little corner of Atlanta to prove how much of a moron you are, and assuring us that thankfully, not even in a million years would we be walking down the same dumb path as you are."

The creep just blathers…

"Out of MY way, you moronic white knights! You don't deserve to live in Atlanta, or any other place for that matter! Those two babes drained their own money going to this crap-hole of an American city! These two deserve to be back in Coquitlam, in my arms, dressed up as the lovely office ladies they want to be deep inside! This way, I will walk the path of righteousness!

And in the background, Lavian airs her indignation, which is atypical for someone of Scandinavian stock.

"And who said Atlanta needs morons like them? And then, you are walking in the path of righteousness?! I see. Well, so now you're fighting for what… us going back into porn? Not a chance! So yeah, I believe you are definitely in the right group. The group where perverts belong… in maximum security!"

As the creep tries to wrestle with us three…

We all hear police sirens from afar.

The creep naturally is bothered.

"Oh shoot! Oh shoot! They're coming to take me away, ha ha!"

We three restrain the creep while we wait for the police to arrive at the unit.

Once the dust settles, Juan Miguel Juvama utterly fails in his attempt to tame the "shrews" known as Lavian Bergman and Alexa Holmes, and is arrested as a result after countless attempts to evade from the law.

And we three are proud that these women will get to achieve their dreams without anyone stopping them.