His and only his

2 - First day on the job

🫀- Yvette. |
| TW! abuse

       I woke up bright and early so I could get a fresh start on the exciting day. I walked into the kitchen and saw my parents, fighting. As usual

My dad stared at me. "Where are you going!?" He yelled.

I sighed "Father I'm going to my job.. it's my first day."

He walked over to me and slapped me across the face, hard. Tears welled in my eyes and I could feel my cheek burn.

But why did he hit me..?

"Have fun you little slut." He said under his breath. He knew I could hear him.

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I got into my car and drove off, thinking about what had just happend. I start to feel my eyes water but I didn't want to look like a wreck. "You've got this." I whisper.

15 minutes later ~~~

I arrive, and greet the elderly lady, and head to Mr... uhm. I actually never got his name.

Anyway, I headed to the bosses office and knocked on the door.

"Come in"

I turned the know and walked in.

"Ah yes. Yvette, Let me show you around."

"I-" He grabs my hand and brings me to a room

"This is our inspection room, we test evidence here."

"Sir-." I say quietly. He glances over, then down And his cheeks flush.

"Sorry. I am not used to that." He lets go of my hand.

"Sir.. what was your name again?"

"Mr. Green, but you can call me jonah." He smiled

I nodded and and followed him.

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It took a while, but after he showed me everything it already felt like home.

"And I have one final thing.." He led me to his office, went through a door and we wound up in this boring room with a desk, chair, PC and some shelves in it. "This is your office, the door will always be open and you do not have to knock on my door unless my sign is up.

I nod. "Thank you" I say, smiling.

"Oh. By the way you can decorate it however you'd like. Just know it is my duty to go through your work drawers whenever i need to, not your personal drawers. Just in case I need anything."

"Yes. Of course Jonah." I smile up at him.

He puts his hand on my shoulder, "now, you can go. I will see you tomorrow for your first investigation. You have the rest of today to decorate your office." He removes his hand and clears his throat, walking away.

I left the building in a hurry, eager to decorate my own office.

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I returned home and started to bring my law books, a few plants, my box of pads and tampons, a few extra pairs of clothes and a first aid kit. I set it all nicely in a bag. Then I decide to go to the store.

~ 10 minutes later ~

I arrive at the store and walk in, the fresh smell makes me feel at home.

I walk over to the bedding aisle and grab a comfy blanket, to store in my office just in case.

I was so excited about decorating it! I grabbed as much as I could and then made my 25 minute drive over to the office building.

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When I arrived the elderly lady was sitting at her desk, crocheting what looks like a bumblebee. I wave at her and walk over the the office.

I opened jonah's door and greeted him, walking into my office.

I put on my headphones and got to work, putting books up, and just personalizing everything.

~An hour later

It was getting late and I had finally finished decorating, I was about to open my door to leave but then I heard a female voice and a male voice.

That's jonah.. and- I don't know. There is no other girls working at the office besides me and the elderly lady. I shrugged and opened the door, to see a lovely lady with red hair staring at me weirdly.

"Who is she?"

Her voice was annoying. I rolled my eyes.

"She is-" I cut jonah off, "I am Yvette."

She glanced at me with a disgusted look. "That's a horrible name."

"Don't get your panties in a knot" I say, walking out.

When I return to my car, I check the time. 6:08. I need to be home now.

I drove off, on my way home. I was wore put. It had been such a long day.

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When I make it home i go to open the door but then my dad drags me in, by the wrist. "Ow! Father that hurts!" He slaps me. "Good."

My mother walks in with a black eye. "No Chris! Please not to Yvette! Hurt me instead!"

He ignores her, and starts to beat me. My pleads and cries were blocked when everything went black, I thought I was dying.

I woke up in my bed, I checked the time, 11:01. I sighed and pulled off the covers, placing my feet on the floor and walking over to my full sized mirror.

My eyes widen and I start to cry when I see myself, covered in bruises. There was a huge one on my collarbone. Tears rolled down my cheeks and at that point I didn't care who heard.

"Shut the hell up brat!"

Maybe I did.

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