Garden Of The Gods: Wishing For Death

Stuck With Me

9:20 am

Another day at the office, I sighed as I walked into my father’s office with his morning coffee.

“Good Morning” I mumbled closing the door behind me. As I went to hand him his coffee, I tripped over something.

“Stupid bitch!” My father growled as he slapped me across my face, sending me to the ground. I spilled his coffee.

“She tripped me!“ I defended. Tammy sat in the corner, shaking her head with a smirk. He usually gets upset with me for no apparent reason, besides the fact that I look like my mother, which he never fails to remind me of.

“It was an accident!” She said innocently. Ever since my father married that bitch Malinda and brought her and her demon spawn home, my life deteriorated.

“Well, clean it up!” He roared kicking my thigh, while I sat there on the ground with my hand on my burning cheek.

“Chop, chop,” Tammy said as she snapped her fingers “Oh, could you get me a non fat decaf laté at the Starbucks?” She asked sweetly. Sometimes I wish I could just runaway and start over again.

“Tammy, I am not a servant, “ hissed as I stood up, and taking the fallen coffee cup with me. “I have things called work to do, why don’t you get it yourself seeing as you have nothing to do.”

‘You will not talk to your sister that way, show some respect, after all she is older than you,” My Father said roughly grabbing my right arm, which was sure to bruise.

“Can you let me go now, the longer you keep me here the longer you go without coffee.” I sighed, used to the constant pain in my arm.

“Make sure you get what your sister asked for as well.” He shoved me out of his office and slammed the door behind me. As usual, no one paid any attention to my situation. Either they thought I upset him or, he was just grumpy.

I threw away the empty coffee cup as I got on the elevator and pressed the lobby button. Before the elevator doors could close a black leather dress shoe stepped between the doors causing them to open again. There in all his glory, stood Azrael .

“Hey there, sunshine.” Azrael smiled brightly as he joined me on the elevator.

“Hi,” I smiled half-heartedly as I looked up at the glowing numbers as they slowly went down to one.

“How’s everything this morning?” He asked trying to start a conversation.

“Just the usual, everyday, thing.” I answered back looking everywhere but at him.

“Oh, well, I’m heading to the coffee shop, is that where your going?” He asked trying to kill the silence.

“Yea, that’s where I’m going.” I said as I inhaled and stepped out of the elevator as it dinged.

“Are you alright?” Azrael questioned standing in front of me, blocking my way. I tried to move around him but he wouldn’t budge.

“It’s a little too early to play games, Azrael.” I groaned looking down and rubbing my bang covered forehead.

“Oriana, what happened to your left cheek?” He asked slowly as he tilted his head like a dog and moved closer to look at the forming bruise.

“Nothing, I just fell and hit the side of my face against the counter this morning.” I lied rubbing my cheek lightly and quickly pushed pass him walking out the glass doors to the side walk.

“Really?” Azrael asked skeptically, as he followed quickly behind me. “Because last time I checked, counter tops don’t have hands.” I began to panic internally.