REIKA

FOURTEEN

The repetitive sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard was louder than usual. A bit harder, and I would have broken the fucking thing. I would type something and then delete it right after. I told myself I could push all thoughts aside and continue my work. But I have spent an hour writing what would usually take 10 minutes.

Someone came by with spare clothes and I changed, got clean as best as I could, and tried to continue my day, but my mind just wasn't there. I had thrown the candy in the bin, but my eyes kept wandering to it. It terrified me to have feelings because I knew he could feel them too, but I was confused. The faint lingering pain I always had in my chest was growing smaller, as if something had changed.

Nothing had changed.

My thoughts became louder and my mind wandered against my will. If I didn't hate his ass that much, I would have found that sweet. I looked once more at the candy bars. Those were my favorites.

"No!" What the hell was I thinking? I kept typing hard on the keyboard.

It was the bond. The bond made him do that. The bond is making me feel that way. Just like my dad said, I couldn't let myself be fooled by the fucking bond. I knew better than that. I was stronger. I have accomplished so much alone. I could fight it!

My eyes traveled again to the candy in the bin. I could use something sweet now. One more won't kill me. Right? I have been eating them for years, anyway. It's not the candy's fault that the jerk got them here. What a waste.

I reached for the bin but stopped myself.

"Fuck Reika! You eat out of the trash and your dad will never speak to you again." I drawled as I placed my elbows on the desk and held my head as if it was about to fall.

I was frustrated, but at the same time, a new feeling was taking over deep in my chest and it confused me. It wasn't sadness or pain. Hell! I didn't even know if it was mine or his. Could it have been ours?

Fuck it!

I reached for the bin and took a bar. As I was getting ready to unwrap it, Oma opened the door, so I tossed it back in the bin and pretended to type. She walked in with folders in her hand and put them over my desk.

"As you asked, a list of all the people that had access to your office in the last 3 months," Oma informed me and I took them in my hands. Without wasting time, I opened the folders and quickly discarded them, as I looked for the ghost. Pale skin, white hair, black eyes, tattoos...

An Old woman. Discarded.

A young guy, but with dark skin. Discarded.

A woman, light brown hair. Discarded.

A normal dude with thick glasses and black hair. Discarded.

A middle-aged man with a mustache. Discarded.

A blonde young woman. Discarded.

Another middle-aged man, this time bold. Discarded.

It went on and on. "I don't see him. Are you sure this is all?" I insisted, and she nodded.

"Yes, that's all. Who are you looking for?" Oma questioned.

"That bastard. I'm sure he'd been here. Working for us." I admitted. He had fooled us all.

"You mean your ma..." Oma began, and I threw daggers at her with my eyes.

"Ahem, ahem" She pretended to cough and cover her mouth with a fist as I tried to murder her with my eyes. "Do I want to know why you might think that?" Oma asked quickly, maybe to distract me from her previous comment.