Whole in the wall

#2

*Warning*- this part contains elements of abusive relationships and alcoholism if you are sensitive to those topics read at your own risk. You have been warned  

I was curled up in the corner not making a sound. All the lights were off and the door was locked with a chair against the handle. It wasn't enough but it would hold till the cops could get there.  I focused on my breathing; in for 11... out for 7...I continued this for five minutes slowly gaining control again and stopped shaking so vigorously. Suddenly the banging on the front door stopped after a loud CRACK  and the sound of the door creaking open and sloppy footsteps made their way down the hall then stood in front of my door. My hands started shaking again and I felt hot tears begin to stream down my face. 

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR KIT," the deep voice said slightly slurred while starting to ram his fists into my door again. Just a few more minutes please, I thought, please, if there actually is anything up there in the sky, why won't you help me?!

Kit shot up in bed, breathing heavily. After a few minutes of breathing exercises, she got up and started her morning routine. 

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After lounging on the couch for around an hour she stepped into the shower washing her hair and shaving her legs before drying off and did some minimal makeup and got dressed. She continued with her everyday habits walking to work and entered the shop. 

"Morning" Josh, a coworker of kit's said cheerily. Josh was a tall and muscular man with a scruffy beard and slightly wavy hair dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that was tight enough to show his abs. To most people, he was intimidating but to Kit, he was the sweetest man she had ever known. 

"Good morning," Kit grinned walking to the back and grabbing her apron and setting her purse on the desk before emerging behind the counter and beginning to prep for the day.

Kits POV-

I began to grab the bag of coffee in the cabinet when the thoughts began to come in. great just great. 

it's poisoned.

You're going to poison every customer who comes in here.

It's bad, It's rotten, It's poisoned

"Hey, Josh?" I questioned trying not to sound worried. "When did this shipment of coffee come in?" He grunted, "hmm this weekend I think, it's relatively fresh and unopened it should be fine." He said without looking up from the table he was wiping down at the moment.

I checked the date on it sniffed it and tasted one of the coffee beans then sniffed it again for good measure and then continued on with brewing. Similar thoughts entered my head throughout the day nothing out of the ordinary and soon it was time to go.

AN: I wanted to thank everyone who has read and voted so far, thank you v much and I hope you're enjoying it so far (:

-coffee