"what are you afraid of" my therapist asked.
"nothing" I gave a smirk, she looked me in the eyes.
"we are all scared of something, tell me about Russia" glaring at her as I leaned forward.
"I survived that's that," I said nonchalantly.
Ophelia a w...
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I stared my therapist in the eyes as I tapped my fingers on the arm of the chair.
"So tell me about your job" she gave a smile.
"Hmm I've been working as a PA for Mr. Vasco for a week now, it's exhausting"
She looked at me and nodded "how is your sleep"
I shrugged "same old same old now" I leaned forward.
"Tell me about Russia" I gave her a cold glare and then laughed.
"My oh my getting nosy now aren't you dorogoy" I purred "I'm sure you've read all about it"
She sighed "Ophelia how do you expect to forget about it"
I shot up from my chair "that's the point, I can't forget it"
"Calm down Ophelia" she tried to console me.
"no , tell me Jenny, do you know what it's like to be treated an object nothing but a toy for men's pleasure can you imagine a 12 year old getting their innocence ripped away from you, no you don't I can't even wear certain clothes cause I'm so disgusted by my own body every line created by one sadistic fucker who got off on raping and torturing young girls." I felt hot with anger.
I straightened my blazer. "Now if you excuse me my hour lunch is over and I'm late" grabbing my bag and quickly leaving the room I was 30 minutes over my lunch break my boss is going to be pissed.
I was right he was pissed well beyond pissed,
"Do you know what time it is you are almost an hour over your break" his face was an angry shade of red.
"Where the fuck were you" he yelled.
I narrowed my eyes "who the fuck do you think you are Mudak"
feeling my blood slowly boil as he went silent;
"Your not my father so don't act like it I've only worked here a week you are just like every other man out there you are a self-centered, womanizing dickhead that think he is some big shot and can get what and whoever he wants just because you have money and if you wanted to know where I was you would have known since I told you about it on my first day here but maybe if you were paying attention to when I was speaking instead of looking at some blonde bimbos flat fucking ass then maybe you would know I quite goodbye suka" I turned and walked out the building leaving my boss with his face stunned.
Rage was an understatement this was unriddled ballistic anger my face hot and most likely red. Slamming the door shut of my apartment and stampeding my way to the bathroom, catching my eyes in the mirror fatigue hit me like a train at the reflection; dark, sunken circles surrounded my eyes now a stormy purple fogged by my rage, tan skin now resembling the color of a red thorny rose. I was tired, turning the knobs and splashing my face a couple times then rubbing my eye furiously, staring at my hand as the makeup I wore came off, eyes moving to the reflection; connecting with the red angry lines running across my throat intertwining with darker lines disappearing in my shirt, feeling moisture on my face watching the tears run down why am I crying realizing I'm crying for the first time in years.
After the little meltdown, I cooled off and now cooking dinner Solyanka a dish my mama made when I was sad. The bang of my door made me pause, grabbing a knife slowly making my way to the door.
"Who is it" I yelled raising the knife.
"It's Ezekiel Vasco.....your boss"
Sighing in relief, then my anger replenished.
"Go away"
my voice cracked and I cursed myself, exhaustion still plaguing me.
"I'm not leaving until you let me talk."
rubbing my face and sighing, letting my hand open the door, coming face to face with my "boss."
