SHADOWED

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Why?

I can't help but think back to earlier this morning, my heart breaking at yet another disappointment. To think that I even gave in.

Only for him to pass out on me on the last minute. Right before he penetrated me. And to top it off, I woke up next to a cold spot.

I can't continue like this for crying out loud. How long must this shit continue before I reclaim my life? He respected me and treated me right when I had a thriving career and friends to whoop his ass if needed. Now I have none of the above and he tosses me about like I'm worthless.

Well, it ends now.

I got out of bed and took a relaxing lavender infused bubble bath to calm my nerves.

The first thing I want to do is look for a job.

I owe it to myself to leave this house for something either than shopping, gyming or going to a spa. I desire independence, something he withheld from me in the name of love.

Damien will probably dump me when he finds out but I'll start withdrawing money in cash to buy myself a small apartment if I find myself homeless. That way life can continue.

After taking my relaxing bath, I go to the dresser part of the walk-in closet and start applying natural make up just to keep things simple for today.

Then suddenly, I feel hands wrap around my shoulders.

"Baby." he said, in a supposed-to-be sexy tone that doesn't affect me anymore.

"My love." I respond, making it known in my tone that I'm annoyed.

"About last night-" he started off, dragging a box out from his pocket.

"I don't want to talk about it and keep whatever gift you have with you, I can't be bought." I reply, keeping myself calm.

He always does this. Hurts me then tries to buy me over with a cheap gift. Well not cheap, but in terms of what he makes, its considered cheap.

"Awh come on baby. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. I was at the airport when I met my brother and we went out last night." he says, with the gift box in his hand.

"Well then, what happened to texting your worried girlfriend instead of coming home drunk! And last night!? Couldn't you postpone your reunion to another night? Couldn't you!" I yell, feeling angry at his pathetic excuse. He was probably with another one of his ugly bimbos.

That's right, he is nothing but a lying and cheating bastard. Just like my ex. I swear I have the worst luck with men. I just choose them well, don't I?

"Don't you EVER raise your voice at me! Be glad that I'm wasting valuable time trying to make amends with you, bitch!" he yells, throwing the gift at me.

I grab the gift and throw it right back. How dare he? I stand up and look at him face to face without an atom of fear.

"How dare you?" I ask, my anger boiling from within. Fire probably visible in my blue eyes.

"How dare you!!" I yell, my body shaking at the anger surging through me.

"You have changed Damien. You have changed! You came home drunk on our fucking anniversary night. Oh, let me guess. You forgot ,didn't you? Then you have the audacity to come and treat me in such a manner?" I ask, stepping closer as if I might pounce on him. I just might.

"So what if I forgot, big deal!" he says, as if its nothing. As if it doesn't matter. Who is this?

"How can you say that?" I ask, my anger changing into sadness as if I'm bipolar.

"There is one thing you need to remember from now onwards Scarlett." he says, raising my head up by his fingers on my chin.

"I fucking own you." he spat, a smirk on his stupid face. Then he turned and walked away, leaving me in heaps of pain.

"Not anymore, bitch." I say more to myself.

I take the little box and open it to find a pair of ruby earrings.

Stunning!

I take out a suede dust pink dress that holds me from the waist up and flares into beautiful petals waist down. I match it with my leather black red bottoms and a black beaded necklace with matching earnings.

I let my bouncy curly hair down and grap one of my Micheal Kors handbags.

Its time to find a job!

I grap my car keys and head out.

Hours later, I'm sitting in a busy coffee shop filled with people in their suits and briefcases. They are huddled in little groups, probably discussing work related issues.

I want this too. To sit with my colleagues and talk about work. Or gossip about other colleagues and laugh as loud as the group behind me is currently doing. 

I put down the newspaper in my hands, tired of browsing for a job I'm probably qualified in.

I close my eyes for a second when the ladies behind me began a new topic.

"I hear Mr West is hiring again." one of them says.

"Again? That was quick!" another adds.

"Yeah, apparently the girl was good at -you know- but not at doing what she was actually hired for, work." the first voice says.

They all giggle. How typical.

"I wouldn't mind being his PA anyday." a new voice says, sounding dreamy.

"Maybe you should apply. The application will be posted online and on the newspaper as of tomorrow. He needs one ASAP and interviews will start next week. The new PA will be hired next week during interviews." the first voice says. Sounds like she is well informed.

"Thank you so much Anne, you're the best!" the third voice says.

"Perks of having a friend in human resources." the fourth person says.

And they all laugh, content with one another.

Hmm, Mr West. I wonder who that is. And I definitely want to apply. If they know him this well then he must be a man of high power. And more power guarantees more money, as his PA.

Definitely worth a try.

A.N:

As promised, the first of the many chapters. I hope you enjoyed it.

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