Mr. Demonio: The Insufferable Boss

I Hate You, Mr. Jerk

He sat me down near a large tree. My foot hurt even more, and it had already started to swell. This definitely wasn’t on my "to-do list." Sitting bored on the beach, spraining my ankle, and now getting lost in the woods.

"You don’t have to panic that much," he said, making me look up at him, "After all, we’re still on the same island."

I stared at him as he stood there looking around. Don't panic, he says? What am I supposed to do then? Laugh happily? Start singing? Yay, yay, we are lost, yay, yay, we’re totally lost. Is that what he expects? Maybe someone as heartless as him could do that.

"I’ll take a look around; maybe I’ll find a way," he said as he walked off, looking around like someone lost in the middle of a highway, hoping to find a signpost or something.

I stared at my swollen ankle. "If only you had taken me to the clinic, this wouldn’t have happened."

My soft words stopped his steps. "Yeah, and if only you were smarter, we wouldn’t be here either."

"Are you saying this is my fault?" I shouted a little. It was infuriating to hear him blame me.

"And what, is this my fault?"

I went silent, biting my lip. So whose fault is this, then? Who was the one so sure the village was around here? Who dragged me into this cursed forest to reach the nearest village? Was it me?

"I told you there’s no need to panic," he said casually. "There’s always a way out."

Of course, it’s easy for him to say that. He’s not in my position. It’s not his foot that’s sprained and swollen. It's not him who has to dealt with an infuriatingly annoying boss. I bowed my head, not responding. What’s the point anyway?

But then I looked up again, remembering something. "If we’re lost," I said, making him turn around, standing few steps away from me, "why don’t we just retrace our steps?"

He sighed and looked at me. "The problem is, in a forest like this, you can’t just retrace your steps. You could end up even more lost."

I scratched my head, confused. Why is that? I looked back at the path we had taken. Huh? I looked around. Why does everything look the same? I mean, yeah, the path we took wasn’t exactly a paved road or anything obvious. It was overgrown with shrubs. But from here, everything looks identical.

"So, what should we do?" I asked quietly, a bit desperate.

"Huh, what else can we do?" He sighed, shaking his head. "I’ll climb one of the tallest trees around here."

"Huh? Why?"

He didn’t answer, just walked over to a nearby tree and examined it for a moment. I was getting more confused.
"What exactly are you planning to do, Boss?"

Once again, no answer. He just took off his sandals and… started climbing. What? He can climb? That’s impossible, right? But he looked calm, moving up bit by bit, holding onto branches as he ascended. I covered my mouth, not believing what I was seeing.

I thought he was just a city guy who spent his time living a luxurious lifestyle. But this? This was beyond me. He’d even been great at setting up the tent earlier. I don’t know if this is a compliment or what, but my boss is full of surprises.

I leaned against the tree trunk and closed my eyes. He still hadn’t come down. My neck was already sore from looking up, making sure he was okay. It’s not that I care about him, but if something happens or he falls, I’ll be the one left to deal with it. And we’re already lost.

"Hey, let’s go!"

Huh? I opened my eyes. He was already standing in front of me, wiping sweat from his forehead. When did he come down?

"Where are we going?"

"We’re going back to the beach."

"Huh? Are you serious, Boss?"

"Why not?"

I took a deep breath, staring at him. "I can’t walk anymore. My foot hurts even more."

"So? You want me to leave you here?"

What? I looked at him in disbelief that he could say something like that. And his face showed no sign of guilt at all. Cold, emotionless. I felt like crying. Could he really be that heartless?

"You should realize," he said again when I didn’t respond, "that if it weren’t for your stupidity, I’d still be enjoying my vacation at the beach."

"And if you hadn’t kept talking the whole way, maybe we wouldn’t be lost," he added when I stayed silent.

"DO YOU THINK I WANT THIS?" I suddenly yelled, glaring at him.

Enough. He has no right to blame me for everything. I didn’t want this either. Not at all. Why am I being blamed for all of this? I didn’t want to sprain my ankle and get lost in the forest. I didn’t even want to come to this island.

"So, are you coming or not, huh?" he asked after a brief pause, looking at me with those grey eyes.

I looked down at my foot, not answering.

"Alright then," he sighed, "Suit yourself."

And with that, he turned and walked away. He. Walked. Away. It wasn’t just provocation or a threat. He really left. He didn’t even glance back. He left me there, alone in the forest. With a sprained ankle.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. This hurt. I knew he didn’t care about other people, but I didn’t know he could be this heartless.

This was the first time I cried since meeting him four months ago. Couldn’t you just care about other people’s feelings for once? I hate you, Rey. I really do.

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