After She Left (girlxgirl)

Twelve

"We cannot start over, but we can begin now, and make a new ending."

-Zig Ziglar

"Listen, Rob.." I started, sighing.

"It's Bob, miss Gold," he replied, visibly getting frustrated with me as well.

I smiled sweetly: "Bob.. These are not the files I asked for. As I said before - marketing and management statistics are two different things."

He looked at me and it was very easy to tell he would tell me to "fuck off" if I wasn't his boss.

"You know what?" I pushed the files back in his arms, "my job is to run the damn company and yours is to be good at whatever you are supposed to be good at. So do your job properly and at least have the brain to ask google what files you need to bring to me instead of wasting my damn time by bringing me the wrong ones time after time!"

He stared at me wide eyed and for a split second I felt bad. By what I could tell, this intern had to be here less than a week or seriously brain damaged.

I went behind my desk to sit down, taking my head in my arms to massage my temples: "what are you waiting for? Do your goddamn job!"

He jumped slightly, running outside in a few seconds the same time Austin walked in.

"So.. someone's in a bad mood," Austin smiled walking in.

"Don't even start," I sighed.

"May I ask who stepped on your toes?" he took a seat.

"Does my reply really matter? You're asking anyways," I continued massaging my temples.

"Go ahead. Speak," he placed his legs on the table.

"Just confused, I suppose," I replied, shrugging.

The truth was that 2 weeks had passed ever since Hanna left and I had become a mess to the point it started to become visible. I had no clue what was happening to me, controlling my emotions had become an impossible thing to do.

"Tell you what.. Take a day off," he winked at me.

I rolled my eyes in response: "I only just started working, it would look as if I'm letting my dad down."

"Gold, I've been running this company without your help for years, I'm sure I'll manage a day or two more," he got up, holding out his hand for me, "besides your grumpy attitude won't do the company any good. To top it off you've done 3 months worth of work in the past 2 weeks, so you deserve a rest."

I thought about it for a second, deciding to go with it as I grabbed his hand. I knew at least 10 people had started hating me because of my emotional ups and downs in the work.

I kissed his cheek as we walked out the office: "thank you, Austin. I really appreciate this."

He laughed: "you should've told me sooner that giving you days off would earn me kisses."

For the first time in a while I genuinely smiled. As soon as I got into the elevator, I opened a bottle of pain killers, dry swallowing yet another one for the past hour.

I was thinking of maybe running away again, having a vacation, but I knew it would lead nowhere. Facing my problems wasn't as easy as originally pictured. Instead I turned to something that truly calmed me down for at least an hour.

Instead of walking across the street to the apartment building, I went to a now familiar alley, taking out a joint and lighting it. As the familiar smoke hit my lungs, I couldn't help but rest my head against the brick wall and smile to myself. This was so unlike me to do that I even found it funny in a way. Once again, I was being a coward. But I suppose that's what I became when I first ran away from Eden.