Has anyone thought what is like to work all day, in one room with multiple files on the desk with terrible people around? Aiden has.
Aiden Furacão, in his late twenties, had everything he could ever dream of to live the perfect life. High graduated...
Day after day, I try to find a new job. From famous clothing companies to food companies, I tried everywhere, but failed. No one needs me. Not in their lives nor in their businesses. There are two types of people, ones who are scared because of their past, and others, who are scared of their future. Like me. I don't even know if I have a future. I am just surviving in this world, rather than enjoying it. And again, I have to survive, not just my life but also Dominic and his words, because I haven't found a job yet. I stopped calling him uncle, because he also doesn't treat me like a niece. It's been 20 minutes since I have been standing on the road waiting for the driver to pick me up. Not because I don't have a driver's license, but because I don't own a car yet. Roads full of orange leaves. The cool wind gave me goosebumps through my winter coat. After 10 more minutes the driver arrived. Unprofessional. After resting on the backseat I look out of the window. Inspecting every tree passing by. Some trees lost all their leaves, some did not. But I did. The day my dad died from a heart attack, I lost my leaves, my happiness, my glow, my light. Everything. I knew that he would die one day, but not so suddenly. From catching a cold to having a heart attack and dying was quite heartbreaking. As we arrived at Dominic's house, which is more likely a prison, I stepped out of the car, not even waiting for the driver to open the door, it's annoying. Walking through the door of my prison, the first thing I saw was a back facing me. My steps stopped and my heartbeat raced. Dylan is in the living room. Sitting on the couch in front of his laptop. My body shivered and the voices echoing in my ear. 'It's your fault Kylee, you should have handed the company when we asked nicely. Now look at you, paralyzed and naked just for me.' A similar voice called my name, twice, but I couldn't move..'Klyee!', I flinched, snapping out of my painful memories. 'Huh..?'–'What's wrong with you? I called you three times. Are you deaf or something?!' Two pairs of ugly brown eyes looking at me, one pair with anger and annoyance and the other pair with amusement. I have never hated the color brown as much as I do now. Dominic comes near me, his steps shaking the floor under my feets.'Why are you so late? Don't say you haven't found a job?' I take a deep breath.'N-No, I haven't' Dominic sighed, 'You are good for nothing! Just like Marcus!'– 'Don't..Don't mention him, dad has nothing to do with this..' I said, trying to hide my fear. 'Don't tell me what to do..!' With that he takes a few steps closer to me, closing the distance and making me fear more. 'Dad leave it, she is not worth it. I will deal with her later.' Dylan said, disgusting. He just wants me to feel intimidated and it works. 'Now because you are so useless, I have to find a fucking job for you!' Dominic turned around, taking out his phone while Dylan was approaching me. I tried to move, to take steps back or run away, but I couldn't. Only four steps, then he is in front of me. Three steps, two steps and then he stood in front of me. My body shivered and at the same time I felt paralyzed like that day. Leaning down he whispered into my ear while my eyes got watery. 'Someone is showing attitude' He chuckled. 'Don't think you are free just because you gave your company. I don't need a reason to have my fun with you. So, behave' He explained while brushing his nose against my ear. Finally I was able to take a step back. Looking at him with fear and shame, I felt exposed. I couldn't hold back anymore. Running to my room I locked the door and fell on the ground. Crying. The day came to an end and I didn't move from the floor, till I felt the door behind my back moving. Someone tried to come in. There was a knock 'Come out, now.' Dad's brother said. I straightened myself, wiping the wetness from my face with my sleeves. Having an expressionless face. Turning and then unlocking the door, I open it. 'There is a party tomorrow. You have to come with me.'–'Party tomorrow? And I have to come with you? Why?' He rolled his eyes. 'It's a business party. I wouldn't have gone but since you are so incapable of finding a job, it's good if you go there.' I keep silent, not knowing if protesting is going to help me or not. I question with my emotionlessness again, 'Is Dylan also going..?'–'No. He is going on a trip to Europe.' My heart started to race again, trying to process the sudden information. 'Europe trip?' I asked. By his expression I knew he was tired from my constant questioning.'Yes, on a Europe trip, he will be gone for a few months. Now will you focus on the point?' There was something in my chest I couldn't describe. I didn't know if I was happy, relieved or free because whether he was gone or not, the damage would be there. How he took my virginity, just for his greed and fun. 'Be ready tomorrow.' He ordered and walked away. I was about to close the door again, but Dylan was watching me. It didn't take me a second to shut the door. I tried to calm down. Taking deep breaths.. ~~ I have been at the party for a while now. Wearing the dress my father gave me on my last birthday. It was the only dress which made me look good even if it was a bit. Because if I wore something else, I would feel exposed. Those people don't know that I was raped, but it still feels like everyone can look through my clothes. While I am busy with my thoughts, standing awkwardly at a corner to not be noticed. I watch everyone having fun, chatting, drinking, laughing and even flirting. I just hope I can manage the last few hours of the party. I hated my life. Someone is approaching me. Keep calm, let no one notice how you feel. Keep emotionless. 'What is a beautiful woman like you doing alone here..?' Meeting his eyes I had a strange feeling. I didn't answer. 'Ignoring?' He smiled, he was definitely in his thirties, wearing a gray suit and a tie he took a step closer, making pressure. 'I didn't like seeing a beautiful woman as you alone in a corner.' Leaning down to my level, he smirked this time, making me feel uncomfortable. Why does everyone lean close to me? I get it, I am short. 'What..?' I managed to say, hiding my fear behind the softness in my voice. 'Wanna grab a drink?'–'I don't drink' He straightened himself, sighing. 'Then..what about a dance?' He tried again. 'No, thanks' I replied politely. His demeanor changed. Not looking polite and friendly anymore. 'Why are you being this difficult? You like men begging?'– 'No..?'–'Then why aren't you giving in huh?' He made me take a step back as he came closer. 'I know girls like you, acting like you are hard to get but deep down you want attention from men..' He lifted his hand near my ear, making my anxiety race. Before he could touch me I pushed his hand away. But he didn't back off. He grabbed me by my waist, holding tight. 'Stop!' No..this..can't happen..calm down. This is not Dylan, this is not Dylan. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist and held it behind my back. 'Just give in, I know girls like mens touch..' He tightened his arm around my waist. My eyes are getting blurred from my tears. Images coming back. 'Let go!' I said loudly. I was distracted with my thoughts that I couldn't fight back his grip, I closed my eyes, but then I heard a gasp and with that I was freed from the grip.
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