After what felt like years, I finally got home to my apartment and kicked off my shoes and sat on the couch staring at the blank TV. I just witnessed my boss murder someone, I kept repeating the scene over and over in my head. I felt sick. Guilty. I knew I didn't do it and he did kind of deserve it but still. I just watched someone being murdered and my heart sunk further when I remembered what he said. He said that if I refused to work with him, he would kill me too.
I turned on the TV and stared at it blankly again, the flashes of different colors not breaking the trance of torture from the flashing images in my head. "Stop! Just relax. Everything is going to be ok" I assured myself with a deep breathe and tried to watch the TV now normally. After a while, I went into the small kitchen and look in the fridge. Although I wasn't hungry I told my self I needed to eat, that this sickening feeling would disappear. I made some salad and ate at the island, not even bothering to sit on the stool right next to me.
Afterwards, I got in a long, hot shower because that always seems to help when I'm stressed or worried (is it just me?). The steam fogged up the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was a mess, my makeup smudged and my eyes red and puffy. I sighed and quickly brushed my teeth and finally began to get undressed. I peeled off my clothing and stepped into the tub, walking into the shower. I tested the water with my hand and hissed when it burned my soft skin. Shish I didn't mean for it to be that hot. I turned the temperature down a little and stepped fully into the water, the droplets running and bouncing off my body as did my worries.
A/N- SORRY REALLY SHORT CHAPTER
