Back to Black, Amy Whinehouse
"and ill go back to...black"
"hey marie, so so sorry im late." i say as i open the libarys glass door turning to the main reception desk. I immediantly grab a near by stack of cheaked in books and walk to start putting them away. "Uh uh not this time thea, you cant just walzt in here, an hour late, and start doing your job. I've given you stike after strike after strike. But not this time. Your gone." Marie says as she snaches the stack of books from my hands.
"Marie please, i promise it will never happen again, please." i beg her pure puppy dog eyes and panic taking over my face. "i gave you 'one last chance' a week ago Thea." Marie sighs. "im sorry Thea i really, really,am. But ive bent the rules to many times for you. Anymore and id lose risk losing my own job."
I hold back the urge to lash out at Marie, "Marie, i really cannot afford to lose this job." Marie shakes her head and says, "you should of thought about that when you set your alarm clock too late, Im sorry Thea but this is my final anwser. Please turn in your badge and keys."
I stand there in utter shock for a hot minuite. Im suprised, i understand being late to work isnt exacly a 'emoployee of the month thing to do'. But i never did iton purpose. I take a deep breath and unpin my 'talk to me im thea bagde. Pulling the pair of silver keys out of my pocket i hand them to Maria, along with job;my only stable sorce of income.
"Have a nice life Maria." i mutter as i exit the libary. Looks like im back to job hunting.
again.
It was hard enough getting a job at the libary with no kind of backround, where am i ment to get a job now. I had no documentation of past education,grades. I had zero refrences. The only place i could think of that id worked that wasnt by being held capive by a group of spys. Was a job id hated. I sigh as i have no other choice. It was this or say goodye to my safe space.
I take 6 blocks north till i come to the white building that holds very intrusive lighting.
'Barettes Bars n Booze'
this isnt worth it i say in my head. but think of salem.
i shake my head as i open the door to the bar. well we all go back to Black sometimes.
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