Sacred

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"Oh, no, I'm going to be late," I said to myself, checking my watch. This was my 13th job interview. The Panera manager thought I was slow, along with the Publix cashier, the horse cleaner, and many others.  

I got out of my car at the Starbucks parking lot and began speed-walking towards the door. There was this weird guy sitting down on the ground next to the door. 'Maybe he's homeless' I thought and grasped my hand onto the door and pulled. 

It didn't budge. What the hell? Maybe it's a push door?  I tried again, pushing this time, but it still didn't open. 

"Come on, come on, please? I'm late already!" I rolled my eyes and tried again.

The 'homeless' man smirked and turned his head. I pulled and pushed one more time until I gave up. Slouching and sitting on the ground, I felt weak. How am I not opening this door?!  

"Why don't you try again?" He suggested suddenly. I turned to him. My brows furrowed, but I tried again. I expected it to not open, so I pulled roughly. It burst open, making me fall by my own strength. Ignoring my injuries, I got up and ran to the door. It closed as soon as I reach the handle. I pulled and pushed again, but the door was suddenly jammed. 

The man got up and started laughing, "I can't believe you fell for that!" He chuckled. Anger overwhelmed me,  and as he started walking away, I ran towards him. 

"You think you can just do that to people?!" I yelled, but he ignored me and got into his red Corvette. 

"Hey! Listen to me! I'm late for my interview because of you!" I shouted and he slowly looked at me. He presses down on his window button. My words were slowly trapped by his window rolling up. He stared at me the whole time, and I could tell he's trying to hold in another laugh. I started to pound on the window. 

"You think this is so funny, huh? Well, it's not!" I cross my arms. He rolled down his window and smirked. 

"Aww, don't pout sweetheart. Everything's gonna be alright." Then he started the engine and drove off. I rushed to my car and started to drive, following him. 

Man, where is he even going? I thought after 20 minutes of chasing. I'd never even seen this part of town. Being bored, my mind went to default. Author mode, I guess.

The pine trees slowly flow with the wind, needles of its own falling to the ground. The line of trees seems to go on for miles, green and brown spreading the land. What would it feel like for one to stroll through those fields, to have a beautiful, natural moment with one's self?

I snapped out of it as he took a turn. I swerved to the right as he pulled up to a beautiful mansion. There's no way he lives here. The Corvette parked in front of a 2 door garage. I parked in the grass close to his house. He got out of the car as a woman who looks about in her mid-40s greeted him. "Hello, Sebastian dear. How was your day?"  

"Great, actually, I pranked someone" He chuckled, suddenly horns popped out of his hair. "You know, I might've changed her future. Actually..." He turned around and my eyes widen. He sees me! Oh, no. "Nancy, will you excuse me? Go clean something ." The woman looked surprised by his sudden order but obeyed. He walked straight to me, his silver eyes flashing.

"Hello," he said simply. I'm taken aback. I accidentally spoke out loud.

"You're not mad?" I covered my mouth with my hand, but it's too late. Shit.