I drummed my fingers against my desk impatiently. Don't get me wrong I loved my job but it was almost time to leave. I had no other patients for the day and as much as I loved my job I loved going home to May more. Finally, it was time to go. I tried to get everything together not too eagerly glad no one was in there to see my rush to get home. It sucked when one of my supervisors came in there at this time and I had to pack up slowly like a good little employee. I closed my door and locked it.
I could hear my heels clicking on hardwood flooring and made a mental note to make my business with carpeted floor. I was about to make it out the double doors to my jeep when I heard my name and familiar voice.
"Alex." She said again. I didn't have to turn around to know she had gotten closer to me, I could smell her perfume. Of course she had to wear the one that I used to love. Now it just made my stomach turn as I thought about May and the scars she left. I go to continue to walk out the door but she grabs me. Finally I turn around to face her, "They wouldn't let me into your office and I-"
"What are you doing here?" I asked cutting her off. Her hand on my wrist píssed me off, only May could grab me like that. I pulled away from her which seemed to only encourage her to get closer. Her skin was dark from many days at the beach her and I knew there weren't any tan lines under her clothes. Her long honey colored hair swayed at the middle of her back. I used to play with it when we laid out in the sun. That was a year ago. When I got drug to South Carolina by my parents.
She reached up to touch me and I pulled back. She looked hurt but I didn't care. "You haven't been answering your phone." She pouted.
I shook my head, "It's over Eliza."
"I drove all the way here to see you." She whined.
"You should have stayed in South Carolina." I said harshly. She moved closer to me and I pushed her back.
"I love it when you get rough," she purred. Rough? This girl had no idea how rough I could be, no idea what rough is.
She reached to touch me again. "Don't you dare fücking touch her." Oh dear gods, why must you do this to me. Eliza jumped back and stared at my May who just walked in. I guess Zoey, the receptionist, called her. Her hair was wind blown and her jeans slightly dirty from the dogs jumping on her so I knew she had already been home. She looked so sexy, even though she kept her expression guarded I knew she was furious.
She walked over and grabbed me by my arm pulling me away. "Where are we going?" I asked.
She looked at me like I was stupid, "Home." She pushed me to my jeep. I sighed and got in. I watched her get into her truck. Just as I had suspected her windows were down and I couldn't help but smile.
She followed me home and I wondered if it was because she thought I wasn't going to go straight home. I got out and looked at her, "Really? You had to follow me?"
"Well you haven't actually shown you can be trusted." She replied curtly. I groaned and walked to the house.
"Do you want me to cook dinner?" I asked. I knew she had already fed the animals and stuff so it would be nice.
"Do what you want. You always do."
I turned back and hit her. She knew it was coming and braced herself so she wouldn't fall down the stairs. I pulled he into the house and slammed the door pushing her up against it. "Really?"
She didn't fight me back, "What if you lost control with her?" She asked. "You were already getting irritated. It could have happened."
I hit her head making her hit the door. "I only lose control with you!" My vision was dimming. I was losing control now. Everything was slipping.
