Another Chance To Love

Rachel

What's the best way to forgo everyone and everything that hurts you? For me, it is to get drunk.

I don’t normally like to drink alcohol because it makes me lose my mind, and I don’t like the fact that something has this kind of effect. If anything I like the most is being sober. So I don’t make any rash decisions that I might regret in the future.

But today it's different, for just one day I want to be free, not caring about anything else in life. I don’t know what the morning brings for me but I wanna enjoy being out of control for once.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” I sensed a hand on my shoulder as the glass was taken away from my hand. I turned around to see my so-called boss, concern etched on their face. 

I groaned loudly, trying to grab the glass back, but the hand held it out of reach. “Give it back, you’re no one but my boss, why do you care.”

He stood right in front of me, shooting deadly glares at me as he placed both his arms around my waist, lifting me from the stool that I was sitting on. As he held me in his arms, I could feel his frustration and worry emanating from him.

 "I care because I value your well-being," he said firmly, his grip tightening slightly. "You're more than just an employee to me and I can't stand by and watch you harm yourself." I slapped his face trying to free myself from his grasp but he didn’t even flinch a bit and carried me out of the bar and into his car.

“Fight all you want, but you’re allowed to drink more.” He continued, his voice filled with determination. 

“Let me go, or I’ll shout,” I said, trying to open the door, but it was locked and the windows were rolled up tightly. I realized that escaping from his control would be much more difficult than I had anticipated. 

“Sit quietly, I’m taking you home,” he replied, as he buckled my seatbelt.

Our gaze met as his finger touched the bare skin of my hip, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a mix of fear and uncertainty. “Why?”

“Because you’re my employee,” he said, separating himself from me physically. I could sense the power imbalance between us, and it made me question the boundaries of our professional relationship. 

“I’m resigning,” I turned my gaze away from him, turning my head to the window and watching the city lights blur as we drove. 

“You’re not allowed to,” he replied sternly, his voice filled with authority. 

“I’m not allowed to resign and you’re allowed to cheat on me,” Shit what did I say, the alcohol is making me lose my mind. I quickly realized that my words had slipped out unintentionally, fueled by the alcohol coursing through my veins. The car fell into an uncomfortable silence as I anxiously awaited his response, unsure of how he would react to my accidental revelation. 

He parked the car on the side of the road, turning his head to me. “We’re not in a relationship,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and confusion. The weight of his words hit me like a ton of bricks, as I realized that perhaps our connection wasn't as strong as I had thought. 

“But we do have something,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. The realization that our bond was not what I had hoped for left me feeling vulnerable and uncertain about where we stood. 

“We do, but that doesn’t mean we’re committed to each other,” he replied, his tone gentle yet firm. It was a painful truth to accept, but I couldn't deny the validity of his words.