Getting done from it

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    Here I am  , once again laying on on  table , hands and feet tied up , tried to break free but couldn't , I was strapped with leatherand metal , my vision is blurry but I can  hear faint whispers  around , it feels like I am on an operating table , a blinding light on top of my head , I catch a glimpse of a person holding a needle a big ass needle , when I feel it approaching my skin I squeeze my eyes shut .
I open them , I am in another  room  , a gun in my hand pointed toward ... oh ... my hand started shaking I was gonna put the gun away when I suddenly heard a firm voice say  :

- Pull the trigger
- Don't make me do this please . I say shaking tears coming down .
- You know what will happen if you don't do it , so think throughly 
- Please , No
- Do it . He yells at me
I pull the trigger  and  the sound of the gunshot rings

I jump up of bed sweating ,  heart speeding , I look around me and I am in my room , I exhale  , it was nightmare if I say so.

I look at the time , it 6 am , I decide I had enough, I wouldn't go back to sleep anyway, I get out of bed , shower  , eat  breakfast,  do my make-up  ,  dress up and of course since I take my time doing each thing , I find myself late to work .

So I take off running from my house jump in my car and start driving  , my boss is waiting for me and he is going to kill me ,  he hates late people and  a few days ago he called telling me I should come to his office first thing on Monday and to quote him " 8 am I need you here 8 am . You.My office " . , and here I am running late  and of course traffic isn't helping,  damn it.

20 minutes later I arrive,  I go running in , go up in the elevator click to the right floor,  put the code in , the doors open I got greeted by my colleagues who happens to be my friends  , they all send me the same  look .

I ignore them and go to my boss,  I knock on the door  and enter once I am allowed.

I find him sitting on his big boss chair looking fine as hell with a glass of I assume bourbon in the left hand , he lift his head and looks at me .

- You know it 8:45 , a bit late for work don't you think . He says with an arched brow .

- You know it 8 in the morning,  A bit early for a drink don't you think  . I answer immediately couldn't keep my sarcasmin me.

He doesn't reply , just looks at me with a  stoic face.

-okay I am sorry but you can not blame me blame traf... . I got cut of .

- No need , save it ,  we both know that the main and only reason you're late is that you  spent a hundred hours trying to get a perfect outfit . He says rolling his eyes .

I give him a little oopsie smile and say:

-Admit my outfit is on point .

His face break into an amused look and he asks :

- So how have you been honey .

You should know that Nick ( my boss) and I are really close  , He is  a " father " figure to me , he has always taken care of me since the day he met me , when I was underage  and I have just gotten out of hell , I was in a terrible / worst state of my life , but he took me in and gave me everything I needed .