That Bitch..

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"Did you drink the whole bottle?!" I heard my mom's voice. I was in the kitchen making  some coffee to reduce my headache. Her pinching voice wasn't helping me at all. I grinned and pressed my hand against my forehead.

"Michaela?! I'm talking to you.." She came in to the kitchen with empty bottle in her hand. I did not answered. I think it was obvious that I drank it.

"That's not normal." She said with the serious face when she came to my face.

"What's not normal mom?" Which cabinet is that freaking advil in?

"Drinking like that by yourself. Did you hide it?" - Is she for real?

"No Mom. We opened it yesterday. Do you remember? I just finished it...there was not even half of bottle left." The water in the pot was boiling and I was starting to reach boiling point too. My mom did not say anything - luckily for her - and threw the bottle in to the trash can.

"I have to get ready for work," She said when i brought  the cup of coffee, which I made for her. She was folding some laundry. My mother was working as a school teacher. She was teaching english and  French at the high school. My mom loved France, she used to life there for three years, when she was in her early 20's, right before she got married and had my brother.

I had to go to work too. I had to clean my office by the 1st of Febuary..I had another 3 weeks to work at that pleasant place. I wanted to talk to my mom about my problems. But when i took a breath to start, she was faster..

"Your father called. He was complaining that you did not call him to wish him a Happy new year." Am I the only one with the cellphone here? He could call me...

"I was not feeling that good and I had a lots of stress in passed week.."

"Well, you should still call him. You know how he is." I took few sips from my cup watching her folding socks, while i was starting to get ready for my second shot to talk to her..

 "O.k. It's almost seven! I have to get ready for my work.." She stood up, took her cup and walked into her bedroom. Did she not notice that I'm not happy? Didn't I say that i had a lots of stress in my life? Whatever...

When I got out of the house it was still dark outside and i could see the snowflakes falling down in the light of the street lamps. I put my hands in the pockets of my coat. The freeze was pinching my cheeks. I walked slowly. I did not want to fall down on the icy side walk, plus I really did not want to go to my office. Its like everybody are looking at me with the sentiment in their eyes.. Oh poor Michaela, she got fired.. how sad. Let me fake smile at you to make your day!

"Michaela!" I could see Linda running to me right when i entered the office. She was running like she had something stuck in her butt. Considering her dorky look, there was nothing stick anywhere since 1995,but it  looked very funny to me.

"Hey!" She gave me a hug. "Is it true?" She put  her fake sad face on. I put my - I had no idea what you  talking about - face on.  "That you got fired."

Well, o.k. Maybe i had an idea. I confirm the hottest rumor to not that hot Linda.

"That's so sad." She replied and she was just standing there gazing at me. Well, I was ready for her to throw some roses at me with R.I.P ribbon on them.

I put my coat on a hanger and try to walk away from her. But she was like a little fly. Flying around me with her questions. I was very close to squish her like a little bug between my hands, but luckily for her my office line started to ring. I never really liked my job. It was just one of these stupid jobs you get after you are done with your school. I was working as an operator for small telecommunication company in my small town. When you live in a small town, you have limited options to find the work, so you take what is available. It will suck to look for a new job..I looked out from the office window..It was snowing outside..peacefully. I was thinking about Peter. Is he thinking about me? Does he want to call me, but he is ashamed to do that? Is he with her? Maybe i should call him.. i looked at my cell laying on my desk. No, there is nothing to say...Maybe I can text him..But what should I say? - Hello, how are you? I know you cheated on me and i left you , but why aren't you chasing after me and begging me to come back?-

That would sound stupid. I hide my cell back in my purse. I did not want to spend all my day to checking it. I just closed my purse when my phone started to ring. Peter! It took me few seconds to find my cell..Vanda..

"Why are you calling me?" I answered.

"Sorry to bother you?" Vanda got upset. Well, i wasn't the nicest...

" No..I'm sorry..I was expecting somebody else."

"That's even better..Call me when you are in mood for me.."

"No wait Vanda..." She hunged up. I wanted to call her back...but my boss came to my desk.

"Michaela, this is work. Use your lunch break for your personal needs ok?"

I put my head down..I felt for the first time I wanted to cry, but i did not. I swallowed it and got back to work.