Between Duty and Desire

Chapter 2

Lets continue, I'll try to upload this chapter by tonight, I'm doing this instead of studying for my physics test tomorrow. The curse of a Wattpad author.

TW: Alcohol, Violence

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Kamala's POV

The day was drawing to a close when I finally finished my speech for the following Wednesday. With a sigh of relief, I threw my head back and closed my eyes.
Today had not been a particularly eventful day, but I had really enjoyed meeting Selene. She was a very intelligent, fascinating woman.
I slowly began to sort  my things to call it a day for today.
Outside the door I heard the White House slowly emptying out as well. With a little anticipation of dinner, I made my way to my private area.
As I climbed the stairs that separated my work from my family life, I heard a familiar laugh echo through the hallways.
I quickly turned around, hoping to see Selene again. But she walked along the other end of the hallway without noticing me.
There was someone by her side, but I couldn't recognize him from my distance. The person was taller than her, the voice sounded a little deeper. Was it a lover? A good friend?
But I quickly shook my head. It really wasn't my business.
But I couldn't completely ignore the feeling that was spreading in the pit of my stomach. Was it... envy?
I almost burst out laughing.
'Come on, Kamala. You've known her for a day, what do you think? Of course she's already made friends here, everyone loves her. Maybe someone loves her even more...'
My confused thoughts were distracted by something the next moment.
As I walked through the door into the large entrance area, the acrid smell of alcohol hit me.
I had barely put my things down when Douglas staggered towards me.
He looked terrible, dark, bloodshot eyes were visible on his pale face.
I backed away in shock.
"Where have you been?" he called, his voice much louder than necessary.
"I was working," I answered quietly.
I didn't want to upset him any more. But it didn't work.
He snorted, spit spread around the room.
"So late at night?! I don't believe you. You'd better tell the truth, otherwise... otherwise..." His voice trailed off.
I cautiously took a step towards him. "Yes, I'm telling the truth. I promise. What do you think about making us something to eat and-"
"Don't change the subject now! What are you hiding?!" he shouted and grabbed my wrist.
I tried to pull it away from him, but he was much stronger. He pushed me backwards with such force that I couldn't keep my balance.
With a loud clatter, I fell over the small shoe rack behind me.
Tears welled up in my eyes at the pain. I was lying on the hard floor, trying not to panic or cry.
He leaned over me, but not to help me up. He visibly enjoyed seeing me like this.
He grinned at me. "Remember, Kamala... I have control over you. There's nothing you can do."
He turned away, laughing, and walked out the door, probably toward a bar.
I was on the floor, breathing heavily, splinters and shoes scattered around me.
When he was out of earshot, I let my tears flow freely.
I knelt in the pile of rubble, sobbing. It hadn't always been like this.
But things had changed.
He had changed.

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I just invented this, but I hate him. Also, I just remembered that I have a physics exam AND A FRENCH TEST TOMORROW. This will be a long night.

Love you<<<333