sick of you >> h.s.

Prologue

I cried to my friends. "He won't l-leave me alone, he wants to make my life miserable! My ap-apartment IS NOT his personal dumpster! I'm going to call human resources soon if he doesn't go." My heart dropped to my stomach as I said all these lies. I wouldn't do a thing to Harry.

But the looks on their faces were making me say the worst, speak lies.I was all over the place, but they thought I was just in pain.

"Kaylin, you can stay at my place?" Samantha proposed. She sat in the cubicle behind me, so we worked together often. I've been over to her place for drinks, but that's about it.

And lemme be honest, as much as I love my own home, I like going to other peoples as well. But, before I could accept, my manager, Terrence, budded in.

"Sure, she can stay at your place, but for how long? For how long can we run away from the problem?" Everyone gathered around murmured "True" or "He's right".

Martin, a transfer who's working in our department for a little bit, said "We should go to the police. It's a real abuse case, and that way we can make sure he doesn't do this again, so no other girl feels like you do!"

I shook my head violently. "He's a sweet guy with a good career, I don't want to ruin his life. I think we just crossed some rough patches. All I want to do is kick him out."

Samantha's ideas just keep on getting better. "Then why don't we all come to your place with you and support you to kick him out?"

Everyone loved that idea. I nodded.

"I'll cancel our 5:00 meeting!" Terrence said before running off.

~

"This is my place for all of you who didn't know." I unlocked the door and ushered everyone in. There was a welcome mat, then te kitchen to my right, and a small closet to my left. Straight ahead, on the couch, was Harry in his boxers and a muscle tank, some popcorn in a rice bowl, and the TV on.

"Oh, Kaylin, you're supposed to tell me when you bring friends over!" Harry stood up and growled. Before I could even open my mouth, Terrence took a step in front of me and said, "Well, we're not here to be friendly with you, so I doubt we need an introduction then.

Harry laughed evilly and walked up in front of my manager. "So what have you come to do?"

Martin, being 6' 3" towered Harry too. "We've come to kick you out."

"You dare kick me out." He snarled back, gripping my arm tightly and bringing me towards his side.

I shook off his hand and face to face said to him, "I don't 'dare to kick you out'", mocking his voice, "We are going to kick you out."

~

"The bastard's finally gone! Cheers!" Martin spoke, with clear excitement in his voice. We all clinked our glasses of sparkling apple cider and I said, "To kicking out Harry!"

I thought that was the best night of my life.

I was dead wrong.

Dedicated to @AutumnBlaze16 for the cover on the side!