Belongs to him

10 | I'll look in Soho

Alina Windsor

I'd gotten back into the schedule of my normal life. I already missed vacation after two weeks and now having to wake up at seven instead of nine or ten felt like hell.

Being my office felt kind of suffocating at points. Over the summer it's less busy because people are vacationing and less bigger projects are drafted up. As my clients headed to the Hamptons I remained at my desk. But now that August was approaching its end and school was beginning people were slowly returning. It was overwhelming but a good distraction.

I hadn't slept well.

Because I was up thinking about if I'd hurt this man, and how I had yet to receive any annulment papers. He didn't even text me with an explanation, but I ran with no other words. I just keep playing it over in my mind.

Overthinking every little detail, wondering how that priest knew my middle name. How that cathedral was ready for us with a priest with no wait. Some things seemed off, but I did marry a man after knowing him for two weeks.

I wondered if he was thinking of me, where I went? Why I left him, but it seems pretty self explanatory. He hadn't done anything, he hadn't hurt me in anyway. I ran from a man who I hoped to find for so long, like a dream.

But that dream wasn't right, it wasn't healthy. I was drunk and so was he, we weren't in a great state of mind. Not to skip over the fact that our wedding happened on our first date.

Saying that to my therapist didn't hold over well. It was an impulsive state I'd never really been in and yet it felt so freeing. I'd been meeting with her since I was a sophomore at uni. I asked her if maybe he'd be the one who got away. But she claimed he couldn't have been if we never really had each other.

She also noted he hadn't contacted me either. It was a two way street mistake and one that left me fleeting the country. A red flag as she put it. But life didn't feel the same, it was different like some type of guilt followed me.

I wondered if he hated me, what he thought of me. If he even thought of me. Because I married this man after he basically said I was always his wife. That I belong to him, throwing away every moral.

"Windsor" As I look up a paper ball hits my head and as the pink crumpled sticky note drops to my desk I'm not amused. My boss stood slightly laughing as I sat surprised.

"I'm going to claim work abuse on you Kimmel" He raised his hands in defeat and then his eyes shifted to the crumpled paper.

"There's a message for you." He mumbled.

"Must be important to risk blinding me for a note, have you ever heard of email... or iMessage?" He shook his head no in response and then swiftly slipped out of my office.

I unfolded the note and read it.

12pm meeting, lunch moved to 2

- Your favorite boss

Now I get why the email wasn't sent. Because I can send him hate mail back on an email or shoot him with a gif. But instead, he pushed lunch and threw rubbish at me. Dalton Kimmel, a man of violence and a corrupt architect.

I was more shy around my co workers here. It felt tense in the office sometimes, but my boss was surprisingly nice. But mostly because he could tell I'd been off since I'd been back.