'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.'
|18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass.
❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes...
a/n - this chapter was written at a go and wasn't edited so pls be nice to show any error or mistake.
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I wake up to an amazing sound coming from my nightstand. Note my sacram, by amazing I meant terrible.
8:00am.
Slamming my hand on the alarm, I groan and roll over, facing the ceiling.
Another day to skip work and while away time.
I don't even know why I was avoiding the office. I sit up, suddenly feeling a surge of energy purge through me.
It's my workplace, I can do whatever I want right?
"It's okay, it's okay... I'm here."
Oh fuck this.
I slump back on the bed, staring at the ceiling the events of that day playing through my head continuously.
"It's okay, it's okay... I'm here."
It's been a week since that day and I couldn't bring myself to face her. I can't let anyone see how vulnerable I can get, how I can't control my emotions.
My attacks comes up once in a while when I'm stressed or reliving trauma, and Annabelle got to see me being destructive. But she still stayed. She even held me.
I close my eyes, trying to think of different various memories but all I could do was come back to that day in my office...
"It's okay, it's okay... I'm here."
She kept her arms over my waist my her face on my back and I felt the tension leave my body.
"Let me go Miss Alvarez."
"Annabelle," she whispers, wrapping her arms tighter around me. "Call me Annabelle now, you can return to talking to me formally later but right now, I'm Annabelle to you."
It was silent. Dante has left and we stood in the mess all around the office, with Annabelle patting my chest every once in a while.
"Mis-annabelle," I called out and she hummed in response. "Can you let me go now?"
She did what I asked. She removed her arms which was wrapped on my chest, but instead she placed them around my biceps before turning me around to face her.
"Grey Blackwell," she stared into my eyes, smiling when she sees I was quiet. "You're not alone."
"What?" my voice was just a whisper and she cleared her throat to talk again.
"You're not alone," she said it louder this time and more confident. "You have people who love you all around. Family who loves you, friends who'd probably do anything for you, workers who dedicate time and efforts for you. You're not alone."
