Have We Met? (Remington Leith)

Fired

He held me as close to him as possible while I sat in his lap. His arm were wrapped securely around my waist while we watched TV. It felt like he didn't want to let me go, but I felt safe.

"I'm bored," he said.

"What do you want to do," I asked.

"Sleep," he said, resting his head in the crook of my neck.

I giggled at his actions. "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied.

I woke up, yesterday's events still fresh in my mind. I'm probably going to get yelled at today.

I rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of high waisted acid wash jean shorts, a black long sleeved crop top with the shoulders cut out, and took a shower. I then quickly got dressed then put on a pair of black combat boots.

I grabbed my keys and walked out of the house. I got into my old car, just like every morning and started driving to work. I have a really bad feeling about today, I'm just filled with anxiety. I'm prepared to be yelled at by my boss but I don't know if she's going to get the anxiety attack or get attacked.

I felt sweet start to form on my face and my hands started shaking. I pulled into my work parking lot and parked then got out of the car and walked into the building.

As I was walking to my office I seen Eloise sitting on my desk with a stern look on her face. I walked in and Eloise got off my desk. I felt my body start shaking as Eloise straightened out her skirt. "Can I help you," I asked, my voice shaky.

"I told you not to mess up Damicks. I get you a good project with Summerian records for an uprising band, and what do you do," she questioned, anger flowing through her voice. "You fuck it up. And how do you fuck it up? By breaking the vocalists girlfriends nose!"

"He actually thanked me for that," I said and she scoffed.

"That's not the point here Damicks. You got kicked off your tenth project this year. The last nine times it was okay, but this time you hurt someone," she said and I started shaking really bad. "I've already recommended you take anger management classes. This time I'm going to have to fire you. You're an amazing photographer and camera woman but I can't afford your bullshit anymore," she said, ending in an apologetic voice, then walked out of my office. Or should I say my old office.

I sighed and walked over to my ex-coworker Eliza's office. I could always count on her to have a random box or something. I knocked on her office door and walked in.

She looked up at me from her computer and smiled. "What's up Vera?"

"Hey, El," I said, a tear slipping down my face. "Do you have a box I can have or something?"

Her expression was now one of concern. "Yeah," she said and pulled a box out from underneath her desk, holding it out to me.

"Thanks," I said, taking the box and returning to my old office. I filled the box with the few pictures I kept on my desk and my camera's.

I carried the box out to my car and drove home. I parked my car and carried my stuff in to my room. I quickly found a place for everything and crashed onto my bed. Holy fuckballs, I never thought losing that job would hurt so bad. I eventually drifted off to sleep while silently crying.

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I woke up with dry tears staining my face and the sound of soft murmurs. I got up and walked into the living room to see my mom, Lilly, and Debrah sitting around and talking.

I felt a small amount of happiness flow through my body at the sight of my mom and I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her.

Her arms wrapped around me in return, resulting in a tight, warm hug. I haven't seen my mom in a little over a year thanks to my job and the distance of where we live.

We released each other from the hug and I took the empty place next to her on the couch, laying my head on her shoulder.

"What are you doing home early," Debrah asked, looking at me in concern.

"Eloise fired me," I said softly.

"Why did she fire you sweat heart? You're such an amazing photographer," my mom asked, running her hand through my hair.

"She broke a models nose," Lilly said with a laugh.

"How did you know," I asked, not remembering telling her or anything.

"Emerson told me you broke Remington's girlfriends nose. Remington's girlfriend was Chrissa Adams, who is a somewhat popular model," she said, giving details I didn't need to know.

"I don't need to know everything about that bitch," I said and my mom gasped.

"Veronica Rose Damicks, how dare you cuss in front of your mom," she said and Debrah and Lilly laughed.

"Sorry momma," I said. The three women started talking and I felt my phone buzz, which scared me because I forgot it was in my pocket. I pulled it out and seen that Remington texted me.

Rem: We finnished shooting the video today :), wish you were there to finish it with us though :/

Me: it doesn't matter anyway

Rem: it matters to me:(

Me: so?

Rem: what's wrong grumpy?

Me: I just lost my job because I broke your ex's nose.

Rem: I'm sorry, what can I do to cheer you up?

Me: kill me