Finding Our Souls

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Monday, 29th June, 07:51,

Joelyn is already sitting in the waiting room of her office, the clerk passes by and greets her, she nods back and carelessly shuffles her messy hair.

#POV of Joelyn.

I'm still waiting for the manager to call me in. Impatiently twirling my fingers, I place both forearms to stand on my limbs. I'm not gonna like it, I already know but the boss is away and it's the only way.

"Come in Ms. Milson", Mr. Troy cried from his cabine.

M.Troy: "So Miss, or should I say Joe. Are you ready?"
Joelyn: "I'd really appreciate it if you could call me Ms.Milson,"

Joelyn cross her arms to her chest with a frown on her face.

"Joe, why do you get so annoyed, forget the past, it's not my fucking fault," Troy says making his way around the table to Joelyn.

He places both hands on her shoulders while standing behind her. Joelyn pushes him away exclaiming,
"Don't you fucking touch me!"

"Oh come on Joe, I know you like it, here it's just you and me, you don't have to be shy"

"Fuck off you whore" she curses, leaving the room.

#POV of Joelyn

Troy is the friend of that satan, he's been the one hooking me up with him and arranging for his fucking dates. Yeah, he's the manager in here and I can't boss over him, but as a girl I do know his fucking limits even he doesn't.

My papers couldn't be signed, but definitely, I prefer waiting for the boss for hours rather than crossing the path of that MF again.

Joelyn goes to the reception to ask the arrival time of her boss, Mr.Nelson.

Receptionist : "Hey Joe, Ssup?"
Joelyn: "Hey Samantha, I need you to give me the arrival time of the boss"
Receptionist: "Well, In half an hour he might be here"
Joelyn: "Aight, thanks"

Joelyn walks back to the waiting room through the corridor.

#POV of Joelyn

At this very moment, I feel my heart sinking, It gets hard to breathe, I feel a heat wave across my whole body and my eyes feel like dams ready to burst letting the flow of my tears,

Yes it's him, Chris...

Probably here to meet Troy.

He walks pass me with a smirk on his face, to me this facial expression reminds me everytime I've been used and abused.

I try to get a grip on myself and take a seat in the waiting room,

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Joelyn stares into space for a while. From the outside she looks normal, but within, only she knows what's going on, she digs her nails in the leather of the seats to her sides trying to hold her tears and her true self inside.

"Joelyn!?, hey Joe, are you good?"

She snaps back into reality and look at her co-worker, Jane, stood in front of her.

"Yea...yeah I'm absolutely fine" she replies stammering.

"Joelyn, Mr. Nelson is here" informed Samatha from the end of the corridor.

Joelyn leaves the room and heads towards the cabin of Mr.Nelson,

"Hello Ms. How are you?, I thought I asked Troy to sign the papers?"

"Well, he was busy I guess, could you sign em please?"

"Sure miss,"

After taking the signature of Mr. Nelson, Joelyn races down the stairs to leave the building,

#POV of Joelyn

*I wonder what I'm gonna wear for tomorrow morning* I think as I walk down the pavement.

Suddenly a car halts in front of me,

"Want a lift?" He says lowering his sunglasses.

I move straightly foward without bothering to give him a glance, I swallow hard and try to keep my cool.

I don't want to see his face, it kills me, I feel my bruises being rubbed with salt.

I catch sight of my bus and get in as fast as I can, I had to disappear from his view. I sigh as loud as possible when I get on the bus, there was no place, and random people standing around me. That's when someone decides to engage in a conversation with me,

"Looks like you ran for a while hun," with a smile on his face, a guy standing behind me whispers.

"Yeah, ran from a kind of hell" I reply nodding my head.

He looks at me with a smile on his lips,
I smile back and turn to the front.

After a while, it's finally time for me to get off.

I climb the stairs to reach my apartment and walk inside.

I undress myself and get in the shower, I take my usual blade and slice open my unhealed wounds. The blade falls off my fingers and Im there sat under the flowing water all curled up in a ball as I recall the smirk on his face. He knows I can't stand his mere presence then why does he do that, WHY!?, why is he always trying to reach me out,

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Joelyn's nails dig into her scalp as she rocks herself back and forth and pants, breathing loudly.

"He can't reach me, he can't reach me, he can't reach me, HE FUCKING CAN'T REACH ME..." She screams at the top of her lungs and let go of her scalp, crying louder with more desperation.

An hour flows away and she gets out of her bathroom, dresses herself and sits on her bed. She's lost in her thoughts already.

In these 3 years she had come across Chris several times, but they never exchanged words or facial expressions, Troy had been here as a daily reminder of Chris to Joelyn, but this would barely affect her,

Joelyn lies on her back for a while, she knows she would not be having dinner tonight, she just remains in her thoughts until she dose off to sleep.