Troubles Ahead

Hot and cold

I decide to give them privacy so I decide to get some water, I get up and head towards the door that leads out to the bar

"Where are you going" he says angrily and almost shouting

I stop while I'm almost to the door and turn back around to face them "I um I just thought maybe you needed a moment" I say back awkwardly

"I didn't say you could leave" he is fuming at this point

And he's back to being a raging jerk, why can't he just be normal..

I don't say anything, if I reply I'm scared of what he might do I just make my way back to my little area

"Natalie I told you I was busy and now my employees think they can undermine me so get the fuck out and let me work" he says sternly

"Fine I'll call you later" I can hear her annoyed tone as she walks out but not before giving me an evil glare I don't even make eye contact I look down at the binder

When she closes the door I stare at it for a while, but then I hear him get up and I snap my head to him he is walking straight towards me

Before he even speaks I panic

"I'm sorry it was a bad idea I thought you might need a moment alone with.. your friend... and I was gonna go get water from the bar" I said way, way too quickly, like word vomit

He eyes me carefully and calmly says "what's my bar rule"

I look down to my lap

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you! What is my bar rule!" He's screaming and grabbing me by my shirt and I'm already in tears

I look into his eyes "I-I am not allowed in the bar area I forgot I'm sorry" I sniffle "I'm sorry"

He lets me go and goes to grab the binder off the table he tosses it across the room and all the progress I made so far is wasted

All because of his anger, he just does things to hurt me on purpose more and more

I step back a little on instinct thinking he might hit me again but of course he closes any distance between us and backs me all the way up into the wall

"Why do you have to make things so fucking complicated!" he shouts in my face, we are inches apart

I'm looking up at him while he glares down with so much hate towards me

"I should've ended this issue the minute you were tied up" he spits cold as ice

I can't afford to say the wrong thing and I can't look away because that will make him spiral more

I wonder what he meant, does he wish he'd killed me?

I don't know why but I put my hands on his chest

"I'm sorry it won't happen again please just let me get back to finishing up your work" I almost whisper

He stares intensely into my eyes

His hand makes it's way to my face, to the side he stroke before to be specific, I'm sure there's a bruise forming already

He's almost inspecting my face and tenderly brushing over my cheek

I hope he feels remorse for the damage he made, I don't think he will but my eyes are closed

This moment is far too intense for me

He snaps back to reality after a whole and let's go of me completely

I open my eyes and wipe my tears I see he's already back at his desk

I slowly start picking up all the papers not making any sound or sudden movements

I'm hoping to be as invisible as I can

It takes me a while because the papers are scattered all over his floor, then make my way back to the coffee table to start sorting again.

One thing I know for sure this man is bipolar.

Hot and cold.