My Boss is Literally from Hell!?

part 10

I'd been sitting here too long. I uncurled my legs from underneath me, feeling the little tingles of pain shooting up my right side. This little seat in the library seemed like the perfect spot to read, but the cramped little thing was not ideal for the sitting position I usually preferred. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day to sit in the library. Rain pelted the window, the slow rumble of thunder could be heard overhead. I'd been quiet this last week. For the most part I was told to not to do any strenuous activities. I blushed hard at the memory of what happened in the hallway.

Though for the last two days I hadn't seen Dameon. He had left me a message telling me I was to be on sick leave till I recovered. I thought I was feeling better, but after the last visit to the doctor they said my body still seemed weak. I flipped to the next page in my book trying to focus on the words and not on how Dameon and the doctor had talked in private. I'm guessing he had to have someone on the books who could make this weird stuff disappear. I closed my book, keeping my finger between the pages. I watched the rain roll down the giant window wishing I could leave the house. Avery made a bigger ordeal than Dameon had. She was persistent that I didn't leave the house. She wanted the doctor to okay my health by the next appointment. I rolled my eyes getting out of my chair.

It was easy for her to say she got to leave and go to school. Though twice she had been late getting home, most likely from hanging out with Henry. When he was around me he still acted like the polite and ever loyal bodyguard. I respected that he still kept his role up to date around me, but I didn't see the need anymore. Those two of course acted like it was a secret they were sneaking off. I made my way to the kitchen deciding I should eat, it had been a while since I had an appetite. After making my sandwich I walked into the living room taking a bite. What should I do now? I had read one book earlier, now getting through half the second. I watched T.V. when I woke up, but I wasn't one for sitting in front of it for too long. This house was so squeaky clean I didn't need to do much. I took another hefty bite of my sandwich and walked back into the library. To the back of the room a desk with a computer and filing cabinet sat.

I walked over to investigate. I hadn't looked through anything out of respect for Dameon but I wondered if he kept anything around that would give me any insight about himself. Sitting in the giant chair I rested my back against the cool leather and put both my arms on the rests. I laughed and made the most commanding and meanest face I could, while puffing out my chest. I laughed leaning forward over the desk. I think I did a pretty good impression of my boss. Looking in the top drawer was the only jackpot I needed. I frowned wondering why it had been so easy to find a small photo album. Then again he hadn't been planning on anyone moving in I guess. Shrugging my shoulders I leaned back into the chair and opened the album. It seemed there were many photos of him traveling. He had been all over the world, he was standing in front of monuments and smiling. I grinned. He never smiled in any of his photos we took at work. He seemed so much more laid back when he wasn't at the office. I found a couple of photos from the company trips, still he didn't smile. Even standing next to all these lovely women I noticed he never did once.

I came to the end of the book and the last photo made me sit up straight. It was a photo of Dameon and a woman. The same woman I was seeing in my nightmares. I gripped the photo album hard, my body starting to shake. I took the photo out from the plastic and turned it over. On the back it read 'Dameon and Delilah engagement party.' I thought for a moment my heart was going to stop. I glared down at the photo for a moment, then returned it to its sleeve. I stuffed the book back in the drawer feeling a bit upset. I shook my head standing from the chair. Why was I upset? Dameon and I weren't anything, he was my boss and there was nothing else discussed. Was that why I was angry? I wanted to be more didn't I? A bitter laugh bubbled up inside me. What was I doing? I was living in my bosses house, the same boss for years who had made me miss birthdays, holidays and worked me like I hadn't mattered.