I-"
...
Father's expression was stern as he straightened his tie. Those stern and dominant wrinkles, beaten into me as a mere child, scrunched up and angry.
"Amelia."
It took a moment for me to respond since my throat had gone tight and my hands were still gripping Blanks's desk.
Tsk.
This was an ineffective attempt at a hookup. I licked my lips and averted my gaze from her. Saliva didn't ease my emotions, the tightness in my chest nor the cracks in my lips I was planning on planting all over Blanks.
The silence spoke for itself and he knew he was in control now. Taunting me, I could feel his mocking expression through the back of my head. Ugh. I didn't need to turn around to know.
...
"Yes..."
Perhaps I'm wrong and I'm creating reasons I don't have to face my father. Or perhaps I'm really just a coward.
..........
Numita cleared his throat, the first audible thing filling this desolate and tense room. A small cough came from his chest.
"What is the meaning of this!?"
Maybe I'm still afraid. Deep down.
That's can't be it. I'm not weak.
Blanks's breath was hitched and hasty as it brushed my flyaway against my skin. I wanted to look up to tell her I was sorry, but I didn't. I couldn't.
Not with him glaring daggers at us.
Sounds of her soft breaths mixed with humming from decade-old lights and tapping of his shined leather shoe filled the room.
The hairs on my neck stood upright as sweat trickled down my left cheek. I step back to unpin blanks from her desk and stare aimlessly at nothingness trying to escape my shame. It was only yesterday I escaped his corrosive embrace.
My father, oh why was he here? Why can't he just leave me alone? Why can't he... why why why why why why why why why why why.... this... I never thought he'd-
Blanks coughs awkwardly, the intensity of this making her brows gather presentation, blanks hands shaking nervously and she pulls away from me.
She stands there, her eyes soft yet stern and worn out, like every other godforsaken, lifeless husk of scientists here. I stare at Blanks for a moment longer before reaching down and bringing her pants to her waist.
This is the last intimate thing we will ever do.
CLICK
Blanks searches my eyes through her thick lashes for something. She eerchies away from my temporary and pathetic clasp.
I don't think she found what she was looking for.
Blanks turns to my father's withered face, promptly grabs his lab coat and drags him into her amnestic lab. Far far away from me, my cowardice and shame.
I'm left alone with my poisonous thoughts.
My thoughts are a jumble of disappointment from my father and also in myself. Gah I slumped down to the filthy lino floors in a sad attempt at hiding from prying eyes everywhere in this facility. My knees bent down and I leaned up against it, I was truly pathetic. The only thing I have to rely on after being caught in this unprofessional and sinful act of lust I acted on in the workplace.
This has to come to an end.
What will I tell Father? The very man who everyone at this foundation knows, the extreme Christian, a bigoted and old-fashioned man who if not for his overbearing influence and horrid attitude to those he deems as less would have no place in society today.
My father.
I stare up at the pale yellow lights of the office and sigh. Huff. This is wonderful. How will I ever condole for my actions today? What if my father tells the higher-ups? If he even mentions my relations with Blanks... I stare at the ceiling for a moment longer then down to my palms that were tangled in her hair, her softly silky locks that were slightly greasy from her lack of hygiene and overuse of dry shampoo.
None of it is relevant now though. Not if I get fired. My whole life's work went down the drain for some small side fling that most likely would've dwindled down to nothing more than a small and insignificant spark with time. I clench my fists tightly together and zone out like I did this morning.
Why? Why... why just why? This... this stupid relationship.. this stupid crush... it's not even worth it. She's...
....
I cough, the lump in my throat getting bigger.
Even if my father is the end of my career... This would never have occurred if she hadn't...
I puff my cheeks out in frustration glare forward and recollect myself. I stand up, straighten myself up and return to my cold demeanour.
"Hmmph."
I reach for the door handle, anxiety creeping in. The handle makes an audible clank and I lean into it while staring blankly at my shoes.
Is she worth my whole career? My only family validation? My title., my work, my "passion"!?
What was I thinking giving everything I've worked for up for some tiny and idiotic spark with a lowly vaper who was too much of a ***** to smoke cigars.
It's not with it.
She's not worth it.
YOU ARE READING
OLD! The way she hates me {Amelia Buck x Fem!Reader}
RomanceMaybe it was how I acted. Maybe it was how I now flinched at her touch. Maybe it was the shake in my voice. One way or another. She knows. Oh, she knows.
