"Stop mum" I screamed. Her hands were holding my hair so tight I was surprised it was not falling off.
She ignored my cries and screams as she just continued dragging me upstairs. After finding out about my plans to run away from home, If you could call it that, she was making sure I went no where. How she got to know about that and so many other plans I had before I did not know. Whenever I tried running away, she would find out and that will be a period of misery for me. She was the worst mother you could ever have.
Succeeding to drag me into the toilet, she threw a certain liquid on the left side of my face and locked me in there. I knew I was going to spend a very long time there because she had her own bath and would not care of I died there.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and rearrange myself infront of the mirror in my bath, trying to forget that feeling. I'm preparing myself for the first day of work. How I even got work at the most prestigious fashion agency is still a miracle. Not that I'm a designer or something, but I'm the personal assistant to Mr Adrian, the best designer in all of my country. That's close enough right.
I had seen the job posting online and applied for it. Two days later, I was called for an interview. I first of all thought I was dreaming, I had no hopes while applying for the job because I had zero qualification for it, except that I was a person, but the salary and the fact that designing was my passion, drew me to it. That was why I really was not expecting a call from the secretary of The Mr Adrian, asking me if it was a good time to talk.
I was nervous when the call ended, because who would want someone like me as an assistant?. Half burnt face, with little or no knowledge in designing. I studied literature in the university, not because I loved it, I loved designing, but for certain reasons, I had to study literature. I needed a break, could not do it anymore.
I quickly checked my wardrobe for any decent dress I could wear and luckily there was a white button down shirt and a black skirt. I had this since I once worked as a waitress for a certain dinner gathering. They let us go with the dresses.
I went for the interview still feeling very nervous, just having picked up my lives broken pieces, I was still not a very confident person. I was just scared they would realise I was not the best for the job and kick me out.
After the interview, by Mr Adrian himself, the hot, handsome and I can go on and on, but let me leave you to your imaginations. All in all, I got the job.
When I'm done dressing up and putting on a pile of make up,like I always do, from my face to neck to cover my scars, I leave my hair to fall, like always, so it covers both sides of my face. I pick up my bag and leave for work.
Working for a boos as hot as Adrian is really hard when you find yourself liking and falling for him each day. When I started working, he insisted i call him Adrian, no Mr and then he's this sweet guy who always makes me laugh and buys me lunch all the time, and he is 25 Julliane, 25, way more than your 18 years ass.
I never expected Adrian to be that nice, he always looked stern and completely in control. When we started working together,I realized he was beginning to loosen up.I've seen him look at me sometimes with lust, like he wants to eat me up and boy, how I will love for that to happen. But I can't loose guard, he will probably run like deer when he sees what I really look like.
I look like a fucking monster. Thanks a lot Emily and Grace.
It has been a month since I started work and so far it has been great. I've learnt a lot; fashion, being an assistant and a lot more. I think my life is getting better, but I'm still always on alert, i can't let anyone in either, not with everything I've been through. I may laugh and feel free sometimes with Adrian, but the memories of the past are still there, haunting me.
When I'm done for the day, I go to tell Adrian I'm leaving.
"Can I have a minute?" he demands, in his usual friendly manner, but does not smile, just looks at me, like he's scared I'll say No. Why will I say No?.
"Sure" I say, entering and sitting down on the chair opposite him.
"How are you doing Jules?" his nickname for me. Really weird, because he just asked me that like ten minutes ago, when he got back from his lunch date.
"I'm fine Adrian" I say, scrunching my face, looking at him skeptically. What's up with him?
He stands up and comes to stand behind my chair.I'm about to turn around and look at him when he places his hands and both of my shoulders. I worry even more, as we stay silent for the longest time ever. He finally releases a breathe and spins me around to look at him.
"How do you feel about me Jules?" he asks. What? Why will he be asking me that? I feel cornered and I can't run away, he has me between his legs.
"What do you mean?" I ask, my voice disappointing me as it comes out shaky.
"How do you feel about me Jules? Do you like me?." He's so stern, his eyes looking straight into mind, like he wants to read something there.
I put my head down, because I can't be looking him in the eyes. Not when I know I like him, we are not supposed to like people that much, and even telling them you like them, bringing out your weakness to them, they just use it to destroy you.
"What are you talking about?" I mumble. He holds both my cheeks with his hands and I flinch. No one was ever allowed to touch me that way. The sensation it sends to my body is out of this world and I about melt into his touch, his hands not leaving. Then it occurs to me why, he is still massaging my left cheek. Damn him.
I hold his hand for him to stop, without lifting my head up. He stops and I had no doubt he is looking at me. What now.?
"Look at me Jules." I can't, not in this condition.
I look up and try shoving him away,but he doesn't not even bulge. He just touches my left cheek again and I loose.
"Don't touch my cheek again" I try using anger to stop him, to make him let me go. But he doesn't.
"Why?" he asks.
"Because I said so" I say through clenched teeth. He lets go.
"I'm sorry Jules, I just wanted to know" he says, looking apologetically at me. I feel like a fool for treating him like this and I immediately feel the need to calm things down.
"Its fine, I'm sorry for speaking to you like that" I say.
"Thank you" he says, as the usual silence takes over us again.
"Why do you put on so much make up? You always look uncomfortable in it. What are you hiding, why is your left cheek rough?" He just has to go ahead and ask me all these questions. As hard as I try, something keeps telling me to say it, someone had to know eventually and we both seem to have something for each other, so why not.
Instead of telling, I decide to show.
"Can I use your bathroom?" I demand. He contemplates for sometime and then nods. When I look at his legs, he takes a step behind.
I head to the bathroom, everything telling me to run away while I can. But my determination to show him what I really look like wins.
While washing my make up off, I can't help but think of his reaction when he sees me.
Will we continue as friends, or he will run like a deer.
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