Wearing Her Shoes

Surprise! Surprise!

Beep, why aren't you answering?! Beep, please answer! Beep! I listened to the irritating sound as I waited for anyone to answer the phone."Hello?" I heard an exhausted voice say.

"Hello Liam," I answered sheepishly, "I'm Sara." I tasted the name which sounded weird after spending a long time not hearing it.

"Is this some sort of prank?" he replied, emotionless.

"No, I really am Sara," I answered, feeling confused.

"I don't know anyone with that name," he said coldly.

"Are you serious?! Liam, I'm Sara, Sara Adams. Are you that mad?"

"What are you talking about, Miss?"

"I'm very sorry. I know you're really angry, but," I replied.

"Do I even know you, Miss?" he said, interrupting me.

"C'mon! At least let me tell you what happened!" I pleaded.

"I think you are talking to the wrong person, Miss," he answered.

"Please Liam! Just give me a chance to explain!" I begged.

"What do you want to explain?! You just left all of a sudden and never even told me!" he burst out angrily.

"I'm so sorry. My asthma went worse, and I."

"Don't try to give silly excuses!" he screamed.

"I swear I was dying!" I replied feeling insulted.

"Don't try to play with me! You were just perfect the other day!" he yelled.

"Please give me a chance to tell you the whole story!" I pleaded.

"Look, Sara. It's over, you're fired, and that's final," he said switching back to his cold, painful voice.

I heard a long resentful beep as I realized Liam just hung up on me. Did he say I was fired?! I felt my legs go weak, and my chest hurt badly as I let my body collapse backwards on the bed I was standing in front of. Tears fell to my cheeks like spears burning through my heart. I swear I didn't choose to disappear like that! Why didn't he give me a chance?! Why didn't he listen?! I never saw him like that. Liam was always understanding. This isn't the Liam I knew! What happened to him?!

                Suddenly, violent noises of destruction interrupted my reverie. Wasn't I going to get a break in this house?! The sounds were followed by the breaking of two men through my bedroom. Covered from head to toe, the men only revealed two threatening hawk eyes that sent a shiver through my body. "Catch her!" the muscular man ordered the thinner one. In an instant, he pulled my arm forcing me out of the bed. Giving out a shriek, I was pushed to the floor, and fell to my knees. I felt his strong grip land instantly on my shoulders making me feel weak and vulnerable. I was very silent and submissive. It wasn't only due to the danger surrounding me, or to the fear from the armed men, but also to the call that was still overwhelming me. To my surprise, the men stayed in their positions, one beside the door, and the other behind me ensuring that I stay still. They were silent, as if waiting for something to happen. Time passed as I waited for my trial to begin. Slowly, my tears stopped, and I tried to hide any fears I had. I should face them confidently. Be strong, and stop crying like a baby! I scolded myself mentally, and tried to stay in control of my emotions.

                In a few minutes, the man on the door stepped aside revealing a middle aged man with stiff features. His black hair shined matching perfectly with the black suit he was wearing. As he approached me, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders lift me forcefully upwards. Being unbalanced, I fell again, and stood up willingly this time. "Samantha Williams, boss," the man to my back said pushing me forwards to face his boss. The boss was a tall, muscular, and wide-shouldered man. His eagle eyes narrowed, scrutinizing me from head to toe. His looks troubled me making my skin burn, and neck sweat. What is he thinking?