There are offensive lines in this one shot so... yeah. Just a warning.
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"Y/N WHAT DID I TELL YOU!" My boss shouted at me. I had a really horrible boss, and I hated him with every bone in my body. But I couldn't leave, me and my husband needed the money for the home we lived it, and the experiments we performed together.
"I'm sorry sir I-." He didn't let me finish my sentence and kicked me out of his office. Because he was the "big boss man" he didn't need to bark orders at everyone. Especially me, he got me to do everything, like clean the offices, file paper work, and other stuff in less then the required amount of time. With my other boss, he would treat everyone with respect, and would up our pay checks if needed. Like if you couldn't afford the bare necessities. He also helped the homeless, and set up communities. But ever since he became sick he retired which his wife had to drag him into. It was the best thing for him, his health was deteriorating very badly. I still kept in touch with him, and he asks me how the new boss is doing and how I'm getting along with work. But I have to lie to him, otherwise he would be back out of bed doing to the job, and he didn't need to stress of jobs and managing a business. I finished the jobs, as perfectly as I could with less then three hours, considering I had over 10 jobs to do. Usually they would take a few workdays to complete, but I had to rush them. Then again I was called into the office for the third time that day.
"Y/N! I'VE HAD IT TO HERE WITH YOUR EFFORTS!" He gestured to the highest level he could possibly reach. "MY BUSINESS IS GOING TO LOOSE CUSTOMERS IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER!" He shouted, I thought it was that loud that people from down the load could hear it.
"I'm sorry sir, it's just hard being expected to do over ten jobs in under three hours." I blurted out, knowing I would just be pound upon by his cackling words and projectile voice.
"SUCK IT UP, OR THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES YOUNG LADY! NOW GET YOUR USELESS ASS TO WORK, AND MAYBE WHILL YOU'RE THERE YOU TRY AND KILL YOURSELF, BY JUMPING OFF THE BUILDING!" He laughed, he said stuff like this all the time, and you didn't want to get punished by him. Surprisingly I didn't get punished yet, but I was just preparing for that to happen. My colleague's in therapy, because of what he did, I don't know how bad it was, but it must have been bad to get put in therapy.
"Y-yes sir." I looked at the clock on his wall, and realised it was time for me to go back to the shack. Once I got to my own office, I packed my things, and looked at the picture I had of me and Stanford getting married. It was our anniversary in a couple weeks, and I don't know if I could get anything for him, considering how low of an income I got paid.
I picked up the frame as I wiped a tear from my red flustered cheeks. "I'm sorry Ford." I whispered, tracing my fingers over the photo. I placed the frame back on my desk. Locking it up. I was the only one that had the key to the room, along with my old boss Charlie, the one that is In hospital. He's my grandfather, he wanted to give the job to me, but unfortunately I was a women, and a women couldn't be in charge of a company. A women could do just as well of a good job as men, maybe even better.
I held the keys in my hand and left, I was the only one left in the building clearly, as there were no cars except mine in the parking lot. It was getting harder to pay with mortgage because of my payments. I got behind the wheel of my car, preparing myself for the lies I had to tell Ford and my grandfather when I got home. I hated lying but I knew they would worry about me if I told them the truth. Ford's busy stressing about his experiments like he always does, even when he first started, and if my grandfather stresses even more, than that's him gone. Like the rest of them. I let out a few more tears, and drove off, making a good impression that I had a good day like I would usually do. I straightened up my blazer and shirt, and lowering the length of my skirt. I hated wearing a skirt, it made me feel insecure and uncomfortable, and having it that high, made it even worse. I despised it.
I drove of letting the last of the tears flow down my cheeks, and put on makeup to mascara, to make it look like I had not been crying. I waited until my eyes weren't bloodshot anymore, and parked the car where Stanford's was. I got out, and grabbed my backpack. I unlocked the door, Ford was nowhere to be seen, either outside exploring or in his basement drinking coffee. What happened to us, we used to be so happy, spending most of the time with each other, now we are just spell bound with our stupid work. Well at least my stupid work. I went up to my room and threw my backpack on the floor, feeling as if more tears were going to stream down my face once again. I had to keep myself clean for him though. Soon Stanford came into get something, he saw me laying on my bed, reading, and drinking my F/D.
"Hey love." He kissed me.
"Hello darling." I giggled, trying to hold myself together.
"How was your day?" He asked sitting next to me on the bed. I put my butterfly book mark I made with my origami skills in the corner and rested it on the nightstand. That question was the breaking point. A tear rolled down my face, the another one, then another one, and another one, until they were streaming down my face. Ford looked shocked and outraged. He pulled me in, my head rested on his chest, it was nice and warm because of his turtle neck. I clenched his sweater, he held me tightly, not letting me go. "Shh, it's okay, I'm here darling. I'm not going to let anyone touch you. Now please, tell me why your crying. Let me help."
"I don't want to go back there Ford. I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK THERE!" I sobbed in his sweater, he moved me up so I was on top of him, my head on his shoulder, my legs wrapped around his waist. "I don't want to be punished. I don't want to go in therapy. I don't want to be tortured. I don't want to passively abused." I continued to sob as his grip tightened, his head rested on mine, giving me constant kisses that made me feel better.
"I won't let you go back there while he is there. Don't worry. I'll make sure he get's fired."
"Thank you Fordsie. I love you." I looked up at him, my eyes glistening from the tears I let out.
"I love you too Y/N. I will always love you, no matter what." He promised this years ago back in high school, when we first got together. I loved him ever since I met him. He was perfectly.
I looked up and he kissed me, it was soft, and it didn't feel rushed.
"Thank you for telling me the truth." He gave me another kiss as I fell asleep, still in my work clothes. He did the same too.
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I'm really tired right now, so if it's not to the best of standards that's why and I apologise for it. Ever so sorry about that.
-TDM
