Trapped (Vox X reader)

Chapter 2-

(A\N, hi everyone im sorry if the Y

parts get messed up, idek whats going on its some sorta giltch, sorry again)

(Yn's POV)

When I woke up from my nap, I had a huge headache. Thats a great start for the day.

I sighed and got up from my bed grabbing some advil from my desk, and taking the pill with a glass of water.
Soon after I got a message from my boss, Vox. It read: "Yn, I need you come into work today, keep, and dont ask. thats not a question."
I felt shivers go down my spine everytime he sent me a text, he was always so cold and blunt. It creeps me out.

I got in the shower and did everything I need to do to get ready for work as quickly as I could. dont want to be late to work.

(Time skip)

I didn't really remember Vox having a interview today, but whatever. I held onto my bag\purse tightly and pushed open the doors into Vox's department.

Mr. Vox wasn't getting ready for meeting. Thats weird.
He turned my way once he heard the doors open, and walked over to me. Keeping that weird fake smile he keeps on for the press and media.

"Ah, Yn. You see that I dont have an interview today. hm?."

"Mhm, something eles other than taking notes you need me to do today"  I spoke in a kind voice to not piss him off.

"Ah, yes. I need you to sort some files today. When I say 'some'. I acually mean a lot. goodluck."

Without another word Vox had left the area, I sighed and headed over to where I needed to be and started to sort the files.
This was a really boring and un-fun task, it was quite quiet. I didn't really mind though, I like when its quiet, it gives me time to re-think my entire life choices.

(Vox's POV)

So glad I dont have to sort those files, I can just get Yn to do that.

I was trying to get away from the fucking media, but those damn needy news reportes wouldn't leave me alone.

After a while of trying to get them to go away I just got them to look at the Tv, not like they can look away, hah!

(Time skip)

I've checked up on Yn quite a few times today, not sure just wanted to see if she was done.. Or thats what I keep telling myself, whatever, its not like I actually like her. pfft. I could never.

I checked up on her about 15 minutes, she only had three more files to sort. I'd assume she's done by now, she has to be.

(Back to Yn's POV)

Vox won't stop checking up on me to see if i'm done, its oddly comforting in a way, I guess?. Dunno, but now im done with the sorting of the files.
I sighed and grabbed my bag off the back of the chair, holding it tightly in my grasp.

After walking out of the office with the files I let Mr. Vox know that I was done and asked him if there was anything else he needed me to do, he told me I could go home for the night and get some rest.
Greatful that I dont have to do anything for the rest of the day, I'm tired anyways.

I sheepishly thanked me and pushed open the doors, walking back to my room of the tower. Passing Val's department on the way.. I could say my ears are a little more than traumatized.

I also passed Vel's part of the Vee tower, she was having a fit like a child while yelling at her works, she definitly scares me.

Once I got back to my room I sat on my bed, with a small thud.#
My phone went off with a text notifitcation, I opened the text, from Fizz.

It read: "Hey Yn. We kinda need to talk about something important"

(Yn): "Yeah, whatcha need to talk about?"
Fizz: "Its about blitz"
Yn: "Oh. not my favorite, but whats up"
Fizz: "You dont know this, but me and him made up- kinda friends again"
Yn: "HOW? he litterally almost killed you?. and me!"
Fizz: "Whatever, but we made up. and he wants to make up with you"
Yn: "NOPE, well not now at least.. I can't leave the Vee tower without permission and its late. Vox will get made if I ask"
Fizz "Okay, Just try to hear him out, evenutally? k?"
Yn: "kay, gn"

We said our goodbyes, I wasn't actually planning on talking to blitz-o. I think fizz knows that though. So whatver, I put my phone down and went to bed without eating anything, dont get hungry very often.

(Yn's dream)

I woke up in my bed, I got up and looked in the mirror.. OH no.. not this dream again. why this again?

(Total words: 839)