Twisted Allegiance

Chapter 1

She didn't realize when she reached the tall glass structure. Once her workplace, now the job location she was fired from. Another month, another rumor, another sign of worthlessness. That was what her life had come to be. It was high time she took charge but she felt all drained of any and all strength she had in her. The city and the lights, the lively laughter of employees being able to go home after a long day, the cheers of the team members who succeeded in a big project all sounded like chalk screeching on board for her. It was not like her to be gloomy, her red lips always sported the most beautiful smile even at times when the situations were adverse. Not today though, she lost her dream, the one thing that motivated her to live was no longer there. Her blazing amber eyes were glassy, the dam of emotions about to burst.

Somehow she pulled herself together just enough to not show people how broken she was by her face. Not caring her appearance gave it all away. She managed to get in a taxi and narrate her address to the driver who was now worried about his car being soiled because of her wet clothes. Though he did not speak fearing she might break down any minute and it will be more of a hassle, he had a job to do and had mouths to feed. The thought of getting into another problem with a woman who he thought was definitely out of her senses was not on his to-do-list for the day. 

It wasn't long before the grief of losing her efforts changed to anger. Her fists clenching on their own accord fisting her dress-pant fabric. She couldn't believe everything she managed to build, all the years of her hard work went in drain just for honesty. She went searching in her caramel sling bag for her phone to check the time, contemplating on going home or have a few drinks on her way before going home. Scoffing at her wallpaper carousel suggested wallpaper saying 'Honesty is the best policy.'

"Best policy huh?!"She exclaimed a little too loud causing the driver to look over at her concerned through the rear-view mirror. He was convinced she was crazy but on the other hand he thought she probably had a hard day. 

'Why will a crazy woman be dressed that sophisticated?' were his thoughts.

Meanwhile her raging mind had no intentions to calm down. She had done it again. Dressing up as a a professional only to have the outfit crumpled while getting progressively more drunk. The suit now crumpled, creases adorning the once pristine, smooth fabric, matty heels, and smelling like an alcohol bottle.

Getting intoxicated and crying to the brink of end, even going as far as to go see the building and the people in there. It had been a whole month of her being fired. Of her being unemployed not knowing where to go or who to contact. It felt the same as the first day of being fired it hurt as much.

Who said break ups hurt the most? Try giving in your all for three whole years and then getting fired for rumors only because your boss hates you so much. It broke her heart into pieces how the boss she respected so much was still enjoying after all his wrong doings. He went as far as to make sure no-one in the field would hire her anymore.

All the while sulking she never realized the taxi had stopped and the driver was asking her for the payment. She quickly paid and got off the taxi now more aware of surroundings, realizing the rain now stopped. Walking past the convenience stores on the way to her house she never felt so lonely and powerless.

The fierce spirit in her was now replaced by gloom. This wasn't the first time her mood had been like a roller coaster while she was drunk. This has been a growing habit. She found it hard to remember things when she was sober after a long night and every time she drank it went back to the day she got fired. Maybe she somehow had an encounter with Doom itself? Chuckling at her ridiculous thoughts she kept on walking.

Finally she reached her home, went in and plopped down on her bed. Thrusting her face in the pillow she let out a loud scream in the pillow crushing the corners with enough force if she had claws she would for sure have ripped through them. Easing out some of the pent up anger now. Knowing somewhere in the back of her mind she is going to have a hard time remembering things the next morning and is of course going to regret drinking and crying but for now all she wanted was to sleep.