Promise I Will

18

He wore a suit. Clean cut and perfect. His suit was grey, and his tie was tied tight, hugging his neck. The top button of his jacket done up. His pants are a perfect length, cupping his ankle. He looked like a proper lawyer.

His jaw line littered with a fuzz. His eyes squinted when his lips curled up into a smile. Welcoming us in and closing the door. Walking around us and towards his desk, he takes a seat on the cushioned chair, and gestured for us to settle into the chairs matching his that laid out in front of us.

"Sit, sit." He says with a rough scratch to his voice. "Now what was it you wanted to talk with me about?"

He smiled, and I couldn't help but hate it. He was so happy. Why was he happy?

I wanted to speak up, but I couldn't speak. My mouth was dry, and my voice was gone. I was like a silent fart. You can't hear me, but you can definitely see me.

"We have an issue." Carson speaks up, while I stay frozen in my spot but the door. He takes a hold of my elbow and ushers me to the seats in front of us. Following in his footsteps, I sit down with his assistance. I'm sure that if he hadn't pushed me to move, I would have stood there the entire time.

"What is the issue?" His voice is loud a clear, if I wasn't beside him, I would have thought he was plugged into a speaker.

My eyes lower from his shining eyes, to the cold blue floor. They shine just like his eyes. So, clean I'm sure it would squeak if I ran my foot over the smooth tile.

I open my mouth, with my eyes still trained to the floor, but nothing comes out. I try, but my voice doesn't come out, and I shut it closed. I sigh and raise my eyes and turn my head to Carson. With my eyes, I tell him to take it from there.

"Would it be okay if I talk to you alone, Mr. Anderson? It would be easier." He nods his head I feel like I just defeated the man holding my shoulders down.

* * *

My mind was everywhere.

The atmosphere was cold. I hated waiting. The door that leads to the room was on my left side, only a thin wooden door cuts me from their conversation, and the truth. The truth Carson was probably spilling to Mr. Anderson.

My eyes wandered to the lady sitting at her desk. She sat with a pencil in her hair, that sat in a tight bun atop her head. He glasses seemed to be shifted on her face, maybe from the stress of work. The outfit she wore seemed out of place and lazy, but I don't blame her, I mean, I'm dressed like a slob as well.

I could barely feel anything. My feet had gone numb, the tingling sensation spreading up my legs. It wasn't from being asleep. It was from nervousness. I didn't know what would happen.

Would this not help anything? Will things stay the same? Will things get worse?

I tried to stop myself from thinking those things, but only negative thoughts ran through my head. What would happen?

Stop, I think silently. He promised everything would be fine.

The door creaked open, but I couldn't bare to look up at who was walking out. A hand touched my shoulder and instantly I knew it was Mr. Anderson.

"Miss Mills, I have had a long and excruciating talk with Mr. Davis, I believe you will feel more comfortable with him explaining what we went over. Have a good day."

With that his hand is lifted from my presence and his office door shuts tightly. My eyes shut slowly, and I focus on only my breathing.

What now?