possible tw? : insinuations of domestic violence, no explicit mentions though.
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"Bye Roger," Siobhan sighed as she swiftly stepped out of the car. She hated car journeys now, and there'd only been 2 of them. Last night he'd spend the entire journey with his hand gripped tightly on her thigh, and she couldn't stand it. It made her feel like an object.
And this morning's car ride was no better.
Siobhan hardly had any alone time now, except for when she was at work. But even then, Roger would blow up her phone.
Speed walking to the entrance of the door, the blonde stifled a smile as she remembered that today was her meeting with Vivian. She didn't know what to expect, but she didn't care. Whether they sat in silence for the whole 45 minutes, or talked about anything and everything, Siobhan was so ready. She had never had a friend before, and she was so excited that Vivian wanted to be one.
Time seemed to go so slowly as she sat in the office, waiting. And at 9:25, Siobhan walked into the family room, closing the door behind her and sitting on one of the sofas. For some reason, nerves were creeping in now.
The blonde sat and shook her leg, anticipating Vivian's arrival. Watching the clock tick by, she grew more and more nervous. What if she made a fool of herself? What if she misread the situation? She so desperately clung to the idea of having Vivian as a friend, what if that wasn't her intention? What if she just felt bad and took pity?
At 9:30 sharp, there was a knock on the door of the room. It startled Siobhan, but she stood up and opened it nonetheless.
"Hello Vivian," she said, a soft smile forcing its way onto her face.
"Well hello there, fancy seeing you here," Vivian said, trying to ease the tension she could sense in Siobhan's demeanour.
Vivian took a drink out of the cup holder in her hand.
"Black americano for you ma'am," she said, handing the drink to the blonde.
"And oat milk vanilla latte for me," she continued, taking the other drink out and placing the empty cup holder onto the table.
Siobhan sat back down on the sofa, taking a sip of her coffee, her gaze fixed on Vivian. Usually she was never scared to be authoritative — in fact, it was something she quite enjoyed when she came to work. However Vivian made her nervous. The blonde was too intimidated to speak first; she wanted to, but the words wouldn't come out.
"So," Vivian started, breaking the silence that yearned to be broken, "We both know I don't really need this meeting for anything. I'm not exactly sure where to begin."
Siobhan smiled at the other woman.
"Me neither, but I'm happy to just enjoy your company," She said, taking another sip of her coffee.
Vivian saw this meeting as an opportunity to get to know Siobhan. She wanted to understand her. She wanted to see who she truly was behind her cold front.
"Is there anything you want to talk about?"
Siobhan shot her a cold look. She didn't want to talk about her feelings, and she knew that was where Vivian was going,
"Now what is that supposed to mean?" She questioned, irritated.
"Nothing, nothing," Vivian said, not wanting to push. She knew Siobhan would only talk of her own accord, and thought that the poor woman probably spent enough of her life getting pressured to do things she didn't want to do.
Siobhan just looked at her, amused at how quickly Vivian had backed off. She opened her mouth and went to speak, when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Reaching to look at the notification, she was interrupted,
"Can't you just stick that on silent?" Vivian said suddenly, "I'm sure Mr possessive isn't too stupid to understand that you're in a meeting. What if this was a serious meeting, with somebody else?"
