Ghost - Elmax

Chapter 13 : The present

Jane could finally go back to work, relieving Max. The brunette didn't want to go back to work, staying in her apartment for two weeks gave her a feeling of safety that she didn't want to lose. But Moussa forced her, he was sure their boss would take it as a pretext to fire her, and the boy thought that working could help her to feel better, to keep her mind active and occupied. When they arrived, Moussa bought her a coffee and accompanied her to her desk. On their way they met some of their colleagues.

- "Hey Dyke, we let you a present at your desk for your return," smiled too much one.

- "Something you can't not like," added another one with the same proud tone.

- "Don't play with it right now, we don't really wanna see that," told another one holding his big smile.

The three walked away, laughing, proud of themselves. Moussa made a movement with his head to tell her to ignore them before keeping moving. Once in the office, they saw a prostitute at Jane's desk, waiting.

- "That's all!? Damn, they're so childish!" stated Moussa with an annoyed tone.

Every time one of them was arresting a prostitute they were "giving" her to Jane, to mock her sexuality and force her to make another file. Jane sat in her chair without looking at the woman in front of her, opening the file on her desk.

- "What's up, Dyke?" told the prostitute.

Jane didn't react, too used to hearing it.

- "Hey Slut, I asked you something!"

Jane raised her eyes and looked at the woman. She didn't know why she was calling her like that, certainly her colleagues who told her to do that.

- "You don't recognize me, right?"

The brunette frowned, trying to know why she was insisting, and shook her head to say no.

- "Well, I'm kinda surprised, we had some good moments in High School," smirked the prostitute.

Jane felt hit by an arrow. The make-up made her look different, but the tone, the voice, the proud expression on her face, it could be only her.

- "Abigail!?"

- "Indeed Dyke!"

Jane couldn't believe it. She thought she would become crazy, but she was just angry, like usual. She didn't really care anymore, nothing mattered. She just looked down at her file, ignoring her and filling it properly.

- "So, Jane, you like our present?" mocked a man.

- "You haven't (moves his hips like if he was having sex) fucked her yet!?" added another one.

Jane closed her fist on her plastic cup, covering her hand with her hot coffee.

- "Aww, she is angry, bouhou..." mocked one of her colleagues, faking crying.

- "What are you gonna do, Dyke? (approaches her, bends next to her, and pushes many time her head with his finger) Punching us like you did with your friend!?"

It was exactly what she had in her mind. She quickly turned her head and grabbed the finger with her teeth, tightening her jaw; while she stood, she grabbed his head and hit her desk multiple times with his face. She opened her mouth, freeing his hand, and dropped him on the floor. The man's face was covered of blood. His friend tried to intervene, but Jane punched him in his stomach before kicking his balls and hitting his face with her knee. She took another one by his neck, sinking her nails in his skin, and punched him, again and again, without stopping, seeing all red, not feeling her hand getting hurt. She just wanted them to get hurt. To feel what she was feeling, but it was impossible.