Mending A Broken Heart

Chapter 5

Sunlight crept through the window as Trisha slept peacefully. The warm rays danced across her skin, causing her to snatch the blanket further up her body. Slowly drifting further asleep, the blaring sounds of her alarm radiated through her bedroom. Trisha groaned, and with force pressed the shut off button on the device. Sighing, Trisha sat up in bed. Her hair slipping from its high ponytail, and falling into her face. She debated with herself if ten more minutes would really be a bad thing. As she readjusted herself to her cloud of a bed, her phone beeped on her bedside table.

Kicking and beating at the bed, Trisha rolled over and checked her phone. She sifted through emails, and decided that ten more minutes of sleep would put her behind schedule. Getting out of bed, she moved through her condo, and stepped into the illuminated bathroom. Her bathroom was all white with black fixtures. Her double vanity allowed ample space for her many products. Turning the showerhead on in her large walk in shower, she stepped out of her pajamas, and into the warm water. She allowed the droplets to wash away the stress from the disaster of a work dinner, and give her a boost to make it through the upcoming meetings that she had.

Once she showered, she moved to her huge walk in closet. It was the main reason that she loved the condo. It was literally the size of the bedroom at her old apartment. There was plenty of room for whatever she wanted, and there was plenty of room for her to move around. She slowly walked around the space, running her hand over the garments. She stopped as she came upon a yellow A-line dress that stopped at her knees. Going back into the bathroom, she brushed her teeth, and look at her smile that she had grown to love.

After moisturizing her skin, Trisha slipped the dress up over her body. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and nodded her head in approval. Grabbing a pair of strappy nude heels, she grabbed her nude trench coat, and made her way down the stairs. The sun was bright across her living room. The gray furniture was adorned with turquoise and black pillows. At the center sit a large black cushiony rug. She clicked the television on, and listened to news as she prepared her coffee.

As usual things were going terrible in the world, and Trisha always felt sadder by the day that she watched it. Quickly she turned the sadness off, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door. Getting off of the elevator, she made her way past the front desk. She spoke to the old man who greeted her every morning as she left to go to work. As she exited the building she spotted her driver waiting at the curb per usual.

Trisha made her way to the car, but was stopped as someone stepped in front of her. The two clashed into one another, causing her coffee to spell on the front of tan jacket. Snapping her head in anger, it only grew as she came face to face with her ex-boyfriend Allan. Rolling her eyes frustration, she stepped to the side, but he mimicked her actions. Looking at him in irritation, Trisha flatly asked, "What do you want now Allan?"
"Come on baby don't be like that?"
"There is no one by the name of baby here. Why do you keep hanging out my place like this? I told you that we can't do this anymore."
"Why not baby? You know you love me."
"Loved. I have better things to do."
"Oh so because you got this job. You better than me?"
"No Allan. I'm better than you, because I'm not a lazy bum, and want everyone to hand me everything. You wanna sit on your ass, and not work. I don't have time for that," Trisha said moving Allan to the side. As she attempted to pass him, he grabbed her arm tightly. He was squeezing her so hard that it was making it go numb. She tried jerking away, but it only made his grip firmer. He looked at her with malice, but before he could do anything more, her driver stepped in.

Her driver was a large man, who also doubled as her protection. Augustine insisted on her having a security guard, because of who she worked for, and the fact that she handled his money made her target for someone to steal from him. Her driver placed his hand firmly on the shoulder of Allan, who quickly jumped as he saw the stature of the man behind him. Trisha quickly scurried to the car, as Allan shriveled in fear. Soon her driver joined her in the car, and he apologized for not moving faster. She assured him that it wasn't his fault, and sat quickly for the rest for the rest of the car ride.

Stepping into the building, Trisha was greeted by the doorman, who gave her a big smile. Trisha was tapping away on her phone, as she made her way to the elevators. Pressing the button she smiled as the doors opened immediately. She pressed her floor number, and went back to typing away on her phone. The doors were stopped open abruptly, causing Trisha's head to snap up. She came face to face with the same woman she had seen yesterday. She gave the woman a smile, who only replied with, "Floor 32." Trisha raised her eyebrows as she tried to remember when she became an elevator attendant. She decided not to be rude, since they were already going to the same floor.

Sophia studied Trisha as they rode to the top of the building in silence. She had to admit that Trisha was pretty, but she knew that she was not standing in the way of her getting Augustine back. No matter how much she had hurt him, he would forever hold a soft spot for her, and she knew that, and she planned to use that for her on gain.

As the elevator made it to the 32nd floor, Sophia stepped in front of Trisha. Trisha looked bewildered as she watched the woman walk by swaying her hips. Her long hair flowing down her back like stream. Sophia walked into Augustine's office without even knocking. Trisha shook her head, and made her way to her office. As she passed her assistance desk, she had her go for a coffee run. As Trisha took off her jacket, her eyes couldn't help but to land on the purple and black bruise that was forming around her upper arm.

Tears swelled in her eyes as she thought about how Allan had changed form the moment she had gotten the job. It wasn't the first time he had put his hands on her, and she grew frustrated with herself for not defending herself. Quickly swiping away at the tears that escaped her eyes, she turned back towards her desk. Her movements stopped as she looked up into the angry eyes of Augustine. He wasn't looking at her, but at the bruise that was on her arm. Tugging on her dress, she silently cursed for not wearing longer sleeves. His eyes snapped to hers, and through gritted teeth he asked, "Who did this to you?"