Happy Hurts (Slow Updates)

Chapter 2 - Norah "Bee" Foster

"Not everyone who is considered a workaholic, is a real workaholic, maybe they have a different reason to load themselves in work!"

"Hey Bee, there is more for you to work on! You know that you can go home, if you want." James Norah's co-worker said as he laid more paperwork in front of her. She sat upright and smoothed out her white blouse.

"No, No, I can do this, I just need coffee. Yes, coffee!" Norah said standing up getting coffee and sitting back down again.

"How many coffee did you have today Bee?" James asked curious. Norah didn't turn around to him, but she sighed.

"I think it is my fourth, but that is alright I can work more then!" She said taking a sip of her coffee, getting back to filing things away and getting her work done.

"That isn't healthy but it is your decision Bee. Bye!" James said as he started walking away from her.

Norah didn't want to go home. She knew that her Boyfriend is there. He would probably tell her every argument they had is her fault. She is always the one on fault. But her Boyfriend can also be rather aggressiv, which makes her angsty. Everytime someone yells Norah would jump and her fight or flight would go in overdrive to flee.

Her Boyfriend isn't great all she wants is to break up, but she is afraid that if she does, he will beat her up. She lies to herself always telling herself she is happy and in love. Her subconsciousness makes her work like she does, just to get away from her Boyfriend for an massive amount of time.

She really didn't saw anything wrong with it. So she tried to deny that anything even is wrong. Even if she is anxious like almost all the time. Her parents tried to talk to her about it, but she just didn't wanted to listen. Her close friends whom she drove away, tried it. No one ever could talk sense into her.

She felt like if she broke up with her Boyfriend she would never find anyone else again. She desparetly clung to the memories of the first few month of her relationship. The man after that always tried to guilt Trip her. He always told her that he would kill himself, if she broke up. She wouldn't dare to brake up with him.

She really didn't feel well, because she works so much. Today only she worked more than eight hours, only to avoid getting home and being yelled at again. Her boss wanted her to stop. He didn't knew the reason why she would overwork so much.

"Miss Foster, could you come to my bureau please?" Mister Garett called out for her. He is her Boss she looked up and walked to his office.

"Yes, Mr. Garett?" She asked wringing her hands in anxiety.

"Could you please go home. You are overworking yourself again. We wouldn't want you to collapse on us, would we?" Her boss asked sympathetically.

"But..." She was cut short by her boss.

"Up-bup-ba, I don't want to hear any Buts you are going home and that's it!" He told her, she stood up and nodded.

"Godbye!" She said and quickly left the bureau. She walked silently back to her desk. She took her stuff and drank the last sip of her coffee.

She walked out of the office. One foot in front of the other. She felt a void inside of her forming. That was it she could no longer escape she needed to go home and face her biggest fear. Her Boy.

Even if that shouldn't be her biggest fear, she feared him. It is Funny how someone can hurt you with words only. Scars are running up and down her heart. Making her feel like she is being Bruised all over. She wanted to brake up, but the man made her addiccted to him somehow.

She just needed to go home. Even if she still wanted to work like a Bee. That is where her nickname comes from. She is working like a busy bee. Till this day she never understood who even came up with that name.

She looked around and wrung her hands around themselves. Playing with her hands. Pulling finger, locking them and unlocking them. The blonde really didn't want to get home. The problem is she was nearly there, that meant to face the man.

She walked up to their apartment complex. In front of it stood a women watching her enter. What Norah didn't saw was that the women followed her and put it a envelope into her bag. It was a crisp white one. The other women walked out of the Apartment building again, leaving Norah to Deal with her Boyfriend.

Norah opened the door to the Apartment. It was tiny and had a nice touch to it. She heard a door shut in the back of the apartment and jumped at the sound.

"Norah, Sweetie, you are home. Did you work to much again?" Luke asked her, she looked up to the man in front of her.

"No, I didn't. I just had so much work."

"I think you are a lying cheater! You know I don't have to put up with your bullshit." Luke said getting near Norah's face. Her breathing became more shallow through her being afraid. "I could have any women I want, but I still am with you. No one would ever love you the way I do!"

Norah swallowed and looked from him to the bathroom door. She desparetly wants to escape. "I know. But I am not cheating!"

"Sure, I tell you I had so many times I could have cheated but I never did!" His voice sounded deadly. Nora was tearing up and really only wanted to get away. She again jumped slightly when Luke touched her. "I am not punching you, I would never dare do that!"

"I don't think you would..." She trailed off and you can see the doubt Luke has written all over his face.

"Sure you do!" He punched the wall behind her and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her breath picked up now.

"See you don't trust me. But just know I love you!" He said. She nodded to him not trusting her voice.

"You should say it back or how am I else supposed to know that you do!" She swallowed and tried to compose herself.

"I love you too!" She finally said and surprised herself by how strong her voice did actually sound. "I need to use the bathroom!" She said and walked there. She put her back next to the door. Norah locked the door and slid down on it.

Bee started silently crying. She put her hands on her face and pulled it up to he hair. She pulled at her hair. She stood up and used the toilet. Then she washed her  face.

As she was about to pick up her bag she noticed a crisp white envelope. She took it out of the bag and wondered where it came from. Norah opened the envelope and pulled out a little piece of paper. On it was standing in Black bold letters 'I am Bleeding, quietly living' She looked confused and turned it around.

There was an adress it. She looked into the envelope in case she forgot something in it. She indeed found a key. She looked over to the window where the fire escape was she opened the window then went to unlock the bathroom door. She took her back and walked over to the window. Escaping over the fire escape.

When she was down in the alley she took off to the adress. Seems that after all she finally got to escape him again. She at one point nearly run to get to the location. People flew by her as she made her way there.

She walked into the apartment complex and took the elevator. She stepped off the elevator and saw a rather young girl and a familiar man standing there. The young girl looked a little frightened.

"Are you here because of these envelopes?" Bee asked holding up hers. The attention of the two was diverted to her. She smiled lightly and tried not to look as nervous as she was.