His Hostage Alibi

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    Alison

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"How many times will I have to tell you grandma."

"I just want to be sure my granddaughter is doing great."
Her tearful voice resounded right into my eardrums but knowing this was the new tactics she learnt to keep me on the phone every morning I refused to acknowledge it.

I raced round the house, in the bid of dressing to work and pleasing my endearing grandmother.

It's been seven years since I left her, seven whole years and I miss her each seconds that pass but I can't do anything, currently not at this point.

I paused in front of my mirror, to cross-check my attire for the day, a black leather suit that is not so clingy enough but not so big, it was perfect to hide my body inside as no one could see the curves of them. A blue tie to rock the white shirt I was wearing inside. I picked up the comb to brush through my chestnut coloured hair, wished for a second that I will let them fall freely but knowing pretty well that I'll look weird in them so I picked my hair band to put them in a smooth ponytail. I put on my glasses, feeling like a complete woman the moment I did.

"Alison!!!!!"
My grandma's voice screeched angrily from my phone placed on my dressing table and it was on loudspeaker. I remembered I was on the phone with her but I can't help it, I can't go late for work.

"Have you been listening?"

"I have grandma, I have, just that I need to get to work."

I searched around for my shoes from where I might have flinged it from last night after getting home from work.

"I said don't forget to take the ginger tea that I sent, I don't want you getting sick because the weather is getting cold."

"Of course grandma, I won't ever forget to take them."

I finally found the shoes hidden by the sides of the bed and I quickly put it on rushing over to the mirror once again. Should I bother about my looks, knowing no one will even take a second glance at me because I am not worth that much of a time.

I sighed, picked up the pink lipstick and applied it tentatively on my lips happy that it could enhance my plum lips.

"Will you be coming home this Christmas?"
Grandma's voice sounded louder this time, I was growing impatient, I just need to get to work and fast too.

"Grandma please let's talk when I get back."

"No!"
She adamantly refused. She was getting on my nerves, not because I hate her but because I have a boss who will emotionally beat me if I'm any seconds late to work.

"Depends grandma."
It was simple answer but she knows as much as I know that I might not be coming home, I haven't been able to do that for seven whole years and I have a boss who derives Joy keeping me back to correct flimsy mistakes made by others.

'You're the nation's stereotype, a 24/7 type of device. Bad things happen all the time.'
His words exactly. With this he can keep just anybody back to handle stuffs.

"Is your work so stressful, you can always quit."
Grandma sounded concerned but I wasn't taking any of that.

I worked tirelessly to keep a scholarship so she won't have to pay a dime. A lot of sleepless nights with dark circles threatening to envelop me in it's darkness looking more scary with my glasses and it kept more people away from me.