THE REASON

CHAPTER 5

HER LIFE

GAYLE

"What's this?" I ask while holding the folder in my hand and asking them

"Hmm?"but their not talking and looking Down at the floor

"You know...if that floor is an ice cream it will probably?melt"
I said they look at me for a moment and looked away again

I heavy sign,I don't really want to stressed myself but everytime I'm trying to?

I can't help it out be stress and at the same time mad because of those

People who always makes stressed

"All I just WANT to do your work right But you won't even make it do it RIGHT?!!"

I throw the folder's at their direction

"W-were sorry m-ma'am--

"Leave"

"M-miss?"

"I will not repeat it leave NOW!"

They ran like a scared cat and close the door

I'm so done with this shit life

I think I know now why god punishing me because I'm a terrible
Person

"Just why only me who's giving a such a suck life and punishing me"

I asked myself

I Know it's sounds crazy but the only person who can understand me is myself only

"I'm fucking tired of this ,why can I just die with one go?"

I stand up from Sit and get my coat and keys car and leave at my
Office room

When I got out from my office everyone give me away like their scared that I might punish them if they get in my

Whatever I don't care by the way

When I get in the elivator I push the botton to close the door of the elivator and push the botton to the ground floor

"This place is still the same"

I looked around the place while driving at my car when I saw the place that I'm looking for I stopped my car and get out of it
I took out my black sunglasses and wear it

I started to walk and looked around more the place

While walking I can't help but to reminisce from the past
This place it's once my so called home too

****FLASHBACK******

10 YEARS AGO

Our life me and mother is just simple,small house, simple life ,my mother is working as a dishwasher at small restaurant, her saving is small but it's fine and okay we can still eat three meals a day and it's fine because I'm fine and content to that, even I'm curious who's my father is

I didn't dare to asked my mom who's my father is because the last time I ask her I saw in her face like she can't answer the question
That's why I never asked once again I know my mother she just need a Tim to tell me

Until one day something unexpected happened when I get home from school

"Mama I'm here!" I shout in happiness

But I stopped when I saw some faces that is not familiar to me and look around and look at my mother

"Who...are you?"I asked