My Dearest, Laurens

Chapter 11

I'm 'ugly' because I have short hair (its to my shoulders). My dad won't let me cut my hair. He doesn't like anything I do. He never came to meets or games and he cant ever drive me home. I got yelled at for getting a job. Then I got yelled at for not having enough hours then when I got more hours, I got yelled at. Why do I try. Nothing is ever good enough. My friends don't even like me.

I woke up early the next morning on the floor. I blinked out the sun and sat up. 'Why am I in the office?'

"John, I'm leaving." A feminine voice came from outside the office, heading towards the door.

"Bye." John said blankly. I suddenly remembered what I was doing in the office.

I got up, wincing at the sharp pain in my back. I unlocked the office door and went to the kitchen after hearing the female leave.

"Alex," John's voice was soft, life if he talked too loud I might collapse.

I didn't even look in his direction.

"Alex, please." He said in the same soft tone.

He was trying to trick me into crawling back to him. I continued to make coffee and after it started brewing I left to take a shower to find perfume and makeup littering the bathroom. I ignored them too, showering quickly and shoving on clothes. Jeans and a sweatshirt from college. I folded up two pairs of work clothes and put them in a bag, zipping it shut and slinging it over my shoulder.

I got my coffee and left the apartment.

John followed. "Alex, Alex please come back."

I still ignored him.

"Listen to me please," He paused. "Alexander."

I stopped, hearing him stop behind me.

"Alex?"

I kept walking. Into the elevator and watched as John tried to get to it before the doors closed, failing.