Please Don't.
A yawn followed, and immediately I stood up, stretching the veins that got stuck on my skin.
"Ella!" a voice pierced through the office hall. Everyone turned and stared at me; some bowed in pity.
"What?" I muttered under my breath. Mrs. Sasha yelled again; this time,her fingers curled into a fist, like it was my fault that Mr. Dickson wasn't into her.
"Yes?" a rolled eye pulled out. I rushed toward the door, turned, and took a last glance before walking out of the office hall.
"Husked" became more of a shout; everyone knew who Sasha was. The overdoing lady, who only came here to steal everyone's man, without guilt.
"Are you dumb?" She folded her hands, stared with a killer look, and tapped her legs aggressively on the ground.
"What?" The word flew like a stutter, even though my hands were trembling at each breath she took.
"Get your butt to Mr. Dickson's office now!" She hissed, rolled her round eyes at me, and turned to walk to the hallway.
I watched her walk; her shirt was almost at a bra level, and her skirt was nothing to write home about. Everything about her was trouble, not only that but also a pain in the ass.
Suddenly, Mr. Dickson's voice rang through my mind, pulling me into a pause and sweaty hands.
"Shit!" I yelled, almost punching the wall, but held back. I can't afford to fix this, not after all the expensive things I and Alfred did for our new house.
A little gasp escaped as soon as my eyes met in front of his office. The walls became cold, reminding me of who it belongs to.
I held the wall, balancing my body, as my heart skipped every bit of its fetch on. For over four minutes gone, I took a deep breath and placed my hands on the door until a knock was placed.
"Oh shit!" I made a mistake.
Maybe I should just…
"Come in," the voice sounded more aggressive and commanding. His voice gave me goosebumps; every hair in me felt heavy to lay back down.
My legs failed me; they stood there without a move. Not until the door slid open, leaving me staring inside.
A man stood in front of me, hair curled to the back, grey eyes piercing through my skin, biting his lower lip as our eyes locked.
"Hello?" that voice pulled out, dragging me from my thoughts. Saliva was already pumping from my lip edge, scanning from his half-closed vintage green flower shirt with black shorts and hands placed into his pocket.
He smirked, a cigarette plugged into his mouth, as the air roamed round the office.
"Miss Ella!" Mr. Dickson came like a sharp knife, piercing my body to react before my brain. I almost stumbled but was held by the man.
"Careful, Lady." He scoffed, smoked a little, and walked out of the office, leaving me there, with no blood flowing.
My boss cleared his throat, crossed his legs on the table, and tapped his black pen on it.
"I'm…sorry, sir, you requested for me." My lips trembled as they failed me. I bowed down, hands folded together in front, with my shirt already soaked with sweat.
"Yes?" he responded. I lifted my face a little and glanced at that angel he made. His little beard was well formed with his long brown hair pinned into a hair band.
He unbuttoned a little of his upper shirt and increased the air conditioner.
"Where are they?" his hands forward, like he wanted to receive something.
Who?
What was he meaning?
"They?" I stuttered, almost peeling my fingernails off roughly.
"Are you crazy? The documents, of course," he barked.
"Oh…I'm sorry, Sir, I'm" I kept on searching my pocket, pulling out my pen and half piece of chewing gum I had kept for the evening.
"You're suspended!"
He must be joking…
Suspended? How?
When?
Why?
My head throbbed as my vision swayed. He kept on ranting and pointing fingers at me, but none seemed to work.
My legs moved weakly behind, leaving me to stumble on the ground.
How would I earn for myself?
"No…no…" I sat there, fingers clutched on the marble floor, eyes fixed on my scratched palms.
"Out!" He ground his teeth, pointed at me, darkened his eyes, and readied his palms to deal with me. I nodded, even though those wet tears made their way out.
I rose up, wiped my tears, and glanced at him for the fifth time before walking out of his office.
My body itched and hurt like hell, and my legs squeezed together as I kept on knocking at the door.
Where is he?
Honey?
I dialed his number again, but it went straight to voicemail.
Oh, shit! Not today.
I carefully twist the door handle, only for it to slide open.
Wait? Open?
A heavy gasp escaped, with a yawn that followed. I walked carefully inside the house; the lights were half on, some blinking, while the TV was on.
Gabriel?
Are you home?
"I'm back."
I rushed over to the kitchen, laid my back on the cabinet, pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, and drank every last drop of it. The freshness reminded me of how messed up my life was now.
A few minutes passed. I rushed out of the kitchen, strode to the parlor, grabbed my handbag, and headed to the hallway.
Our five-bathroom apartment, bought with our three years' savings. It hadn't been easy, but with him, I was ready to risk everything.
A little smile curled out; immediately those memories I had already pictured about us, the late-night kisses, and even the vacation we had.
Something suddenly clicked closer to my eyes, and I tossed and turned toward the hallway. The hallway light was dim and difficult to set eyes on; it's just a week we had been here, and there was no time to fix all these.
Still with my hands around my handbag, I walked sloppily toward our room.
"Yes…yes," a lady's voice sparked from the room, as the door slid open.
"Huh, a joke, right? "My legs speed up, with my eyes focused to catch the scene.
My jaw clenched down, my hands pinned to the door, as I stared at the scene before me.
The lady with red hair curled her fingers on his chest while she rode him in a cowboy style.
"That's it…yes, yes." I watched him moan as he grabbed her neck and squeezed it; still, she cried in pleasure.
The lady turned, paused, and freaked out. She rolled off the bed, but instead, he pulled her back, grabbed her to his knees, and put her in the position of both kneeling on the bed.
"Ignore her; she's not important."