Begin Again

Chapter Eight

*TW: Physical Abuse*

"He hit me and I knew he loved me. If he didn't care for me, I could have never made him mad."

Dear Miss Best,

We have considered your application and interview favourably, and you have been offered the position of the Head Secretary for Mr Trevon Baxter. In order to confirm your acceptance of this offer, please visit the Baxter's main building (the address will be shown at the back of this envelope) at 3pm, and talk to the receptionist, who will give you a briefing of your tasks as a secretary. We look forward to meeting you shortly and congratulations on the succession of your new post. We hope your time working here is full of enrichment.

Yours Sincerely, Mrs Vroom.

Mrs Vroom? Could that be Mrs V? Well, obviously as the letter was saying that I needed to go to Baxter's if I wanted the job.... Wait a minute. I got the job!

In some sort of reflex movement, I began to bounce around the small apartment whilst clambering on our bed and the sofa. Ecstasy was running through my veins (metaphorically, of course) as I realised that I was one step closer to being free from the tight grip Richard had of me. It was as if I was finally able to breathe again, no longer feeling suffocated under his oppression. I was finally able to begin again.

"Rachel..." I began, after the initial feeling of bliss had faded. "Rachel, where are you?"

The apartment wasn't very big, so how was she not responding.

"RACHEL!" I exclaimed, annoyed at her lack of response.

"Wha... What?" She mumbled, her toothbrush still positioned in her mouth.

"I got the job." I breathed out, my cheeks still aching from my grinning.

"The job?" She frowned, before her facial expression changed from confusion to acknowledgement. And joy.

"Wait...... You got it!!!!" She screamed, before gripping onto my wrist and spinning the both of us around in a circle.

"I know! I just told you!" I replied, recovering from the little whirlwind I just went through. "Read the letter, read the letter!"

I watched her eyes, as she quickly skimmed through the letter. Her eyes brightened as she read what confirmed my new post.

"Wait, Mr Vroom? Who's that?"

"The main receptionist at Baxter's," I answered, "But we call her Mrs V."

"We?" She asked, with her eyebrows raised.

"Trevon and I."

"Trevon? Already on first-name bases, are we?" She crossed her arms, with a huge grin plastered on her face.

"Rachel, you are really thinking too much into this. We're not on any bases apart from he's my new boss."

"Mmm, whatever you say, sis."

"I'm glad we can agree on that!" I chuckled lightly, before approaching the door in a haste, just missing the playful swat Rachel was intending to give me.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Didn't you read the letter? I have to be present in person in order to acknowledge my acceptance of my new job."

"What year do they think we're in? Have they never heard of e-mails?"

"Honey, I thought the same thing, but... I really need this job, and I wouldn't be getting off to a great start if I'm complaining about their lack of technical methods."