The Internship

Chapter Six ~ Secrets

I woke up with a sigh. I survived this weekend. I laid in our bed as my alarm clock went off.
"Turn that stupid thing off!" Mark yelled from the bathroom.
"I know your awake." He said with a smirk as he came out of the bathroom in just a towel. He was soaking wet.
I knew what that smirk meant.
"No, Mark I'll be late." I said still in bed.
He came to the edge of the bed. His eyes dark.
I sighed, while getting up but he yanked on my wrist causing me to fall back onto the bed. I wanted to cry in pain.
He crawled into the bed his lips pressing against mine.
"Mine."
.
I was an hour late to work. It took awhile to conceal the hickeys on my neck. My lips felt sore from him. My whole body felt weak. I wore a blazer that cover my wrist, it was bruised pretty bad. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'll be fine.
I knocked on Alex's door knowing he wasn't going to be happy.
He opened the door and glared at me.
"You're an hour late." He said his dark brows pulled down together to form a frown. He looked so attractive today, he was wearing a bright white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his usual watch, black pants and dark brown expensive dress shoes, though I felt even more attracted to him today, maybe it was his hair? I could see anything out of the ordinary.
"Hello?" He raised his voice, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I-I'm sorry what?"
He sighed and glared at me before leaving his office. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Though I knew I was to blame for his actions, what kind of employee shows up an hour late? I should be fired.
I sat down at my desk which was across the room, tucked away in the corner. Out of sight out of mind. Alex came back holding a binder and a slip of paper. He glared at me again and I sighed and glanced at the ground. I deserve this.
"I should just fire you right now! Why in the world are you an hour late?"
"Maybe you should fire me." I mumbled.
"No. Why would I do that?" He frowned. Ladies this is how the mans  mind works.
"I don't belong here anyway."
He then did something I didn't expect.
"What happened?" I wish I could tell him.
"I'm hungover." I blurted out, not knowing what my excuse was.
He rolled his eyes.
"That's stupid."
"Get out of my office." He was upset and I felt guilty for lying and looking bad, but I couldn't tell him what really happened.
I stood up slowly and walked out of his office feeling the lump in my throat grow. I wish I could tell him, anyone. I need someone to rescue me. Though others go through worse, way worse.
I shook my head- blocking out my thoughts. And walked to my old desk, which was now Jill's.
"How's it going?" I asked her.
She glanced up at me and frowned.
"The group is mad at you."
"What? Why?"
"Because your stuck up ass got us all into this mess." I couldn't believe her.
"By mess do you mean actually working? I thought you wanted that."
"Yeah I do. But I don't want your shit work."
"Well it's not my decision, jill." I said.
"Pretty damn close." She muttered.
I walked to the bathroom quickly and locked the door behind me.
I pulled off my shirt and stared at the hickeys that covered my chest and the bruises along my waist and ams. My wrist was purple and throbbing. I wanted to sleep. But I didn't want to sleep in my house, with my husband.
I snapped out of thoughts for a second about to put my shirt back on when I stared at my stomach.
'You've gained weight'
I'm a disgusting pig, only woman beating men want me.
I ran to a stall and puked. And puked again. And again.
Maybe he'll love me more if I'm skinny.
Maybe he'll beat me less if I'm skinny.
I was on the verge of tears when a knock sounded at the door. I slipped my shirt back on quickly and tucked it in.
Jill was on the other side.
"Hangover has got you good hey?" She smirked. She heard me puke.
I pushed my way past her and bought a package of gum from the vending machine in the middle of the headquarters, the busiest section of the building. As I bend down to grab the gum. A hand grabbed my bad wrist and I cried out and yanked my wrist to my chest, cradling it. The office went quiet, everyone heard and the attention was on me and Alex. He stared at me wide eyed, his back to the enormous amount of people that just heard me yelp in pain.
He had a surprised look on his face,
"D-did I hurt you?" He asked, his bright eyes staring into mine worried.
My face went deep red.
" I'm fine- sorry."
He gently took my wrist, and pulled up my sleeve to reveal a large, dark bruise. I again yanked my arm away from him.
"Smile." He stared at me sternly.
"W-what?" I asked, confused.
"Smile. People are gonna get suspicious of me. Smile." He smiled at me, a large perfect grin, I copied him, and adding a little bit of a chuckle to it. What a self conceded bastard.
He bent down and grabbed my gum for me.
"Lets go." He said and lead to to his office. I walked behind him in silence. He saw. I was terrified of what he was going to ask.
As soon as he closed the door behind me his eyes were on my wrist.
"Who did that to you?" He demanded.
"No one, I fell."
"Stop lying to me." He said desperately and glared at me.
"Please tell me what happened," he pleaded.
"I told you I fell." I said quietly and sat down at my desk.
"Whatever. I know that's not true." He was mad. I felt bad, but I wasn't ready to tell Alex, or anyone.