One Little Dream

Cold and Calculated

"I hate you! Why did this have to happen to me!? You ruined my life! I gave you everything and you took it! No thank you! Your ungreatful and cruel! I don't ever want to see your face again! Get out of my sight!" I awoke from my sleep with the sweat hovering over my body. Every danm night. All the time. That woman never leaves me be. She has to haunt me to my dieing thought.

I get up from the bed kicked the covers over on Mike. I look over at Mike. He never knew about what my mother did to me. He never seemed to do me about her eaither. I walk to a chair that sits in the corner of the room, and slung my robe over my bare body. I need some fresh air to think. I walk to my closet to get dressed. I need a run, so I can clear my head of all the negative vibes. I have an important meeting today about my newest fashion line, and how my company needs to process over 2,000 wedding dresses form the spring season.

I decide to wear black Adidas leggings, and a red crop top. I slip my tennis shoes on and make my way out the door. Mike still isn't awake. I'll wake him when I get back. He doesn't need to be up until 8 for his job.

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When I got back from my jog almost all the lights were on. I walked yo the room to see the closet open and Mikes racks empty. Bags, suitcases. They were gone. All his belongings were no where in site. His car was still in the driveway, so he was still here. I made my way to the hall bathroom. He was there.

"What?" He gruffed at me. I rose an eyebrow looking him up and down.

"Where are you going? What are you doing?" Was he leaving Me? No, never. I opened up to him. He opened to me. We had a connection. He wouldn't, he couldn't. Would he?

"What dose it look like? I'm done with you and your games. I'm tired of all this sh*t. I don't want to deal with it anymore. I found someone who really loves me. Cares for me. Not you. Not you, with your cold and isolated ways," he was leaving. He really was. Is antes to cry. Trust me. I really did. But I couldn't. My brain was a blur. Thinking of what to say. But my brain wouldn't tell my heart to tell my mouth what it should say. I was losing. Am my life I was fighting an up hill battle, and just when I thought I was getting a lead.

"You were cheating on me? But just last night we made love. I let you- I trusted you. This is how your repay me! With a knife to my back!" My mind did tell my heart to tell my mouth what it should say. All I had to say was rage. Rage at the fact I trusted him. Rage at the fact I thought I loved him. Rage at the fact that I tried for him. Rage at the fact I wasted time in him. Rage at the fact that after all that, he was unfaithful to me.

"H iw could I do this to you!? Don't make me laugh. When was the last time you actually said you loved me? Never. You have have told me that. You are cold, and no one will love you as long as you, yourself never take a step to love. You may be beautiful, but under your skin your just a b*tch." He grabed this renaming bag and left. His key was on the table. I heard him drive off. I waited till I heard nothing. I slumped to my shower and ran the water.

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I walked into the office only to be burdened with requests, questions, and notifications. I walked to my office, on the top floor of my building. I hadn't sat down for more then 2 minutes when my phone rang. I sighed.

"Hello?" I put on my fake smile although no one was in the room with me. Trying to make myself sound more happy.

"Hello Miss Holmes. I do believe I have an appointment in 3 minutes. I'll be in your office soon," I heard the chuckle of delight on the other end of the phone. I rolled my eyes. Then hung up. I didn't want to have to deal with this right now. I was so busy, I haven't even had time to change my bank accounts. I haven't done it for 3 weeks now. I needed to make sure Mike wouldn't use them. Although he hasn't in the past 3 weeks sense we broke it off. Besides I wasn't feeling the best today. I felt as though I was going to throw up at any time. I and a it a point to have my assistant go and get me some medicine.

"CLARE!" I yelled, Clare came running in my office with a tray full of bagels, donuts, coffee, orange juice, and milk. The newspaper sitting on top like always. Clare could be clumsy and a little forgetful on the very rare occasion, but I loved her like a older sister. Clare is 3 years older than me and does everything I ask to parr. I grabbed the orange juice and newspaper. I left the rest be.

"Clare, what day is it?" I asked before taking a drink of my orange juice.

"Miss. Holmes, it's Wensday. You have a lunch meeting with your grandmother later. Like always. You actually should get going if your going to make it on time."

I almost spit the orange juice I was drinking out of my mouth. I quickly stood and turned around, my head rushing as I reached for my jacket. I grab the back of my chair to steady myself. Clare comes over to me and helps me stand straight up.

"Ma'am, please forgive my forwardness but I think you should go see a doctor. You haven't been well for a week now."

I shake my head and grab my jacket and purse, stuffing my cell phone into the bag.

"I'll think about it."

As I leave my office I run past a man, I know who it is. I ignore him and say as I leave my back to him.

"I have something more important to do reschedule."

I move into the elevator and go down.