TRAPPED BY HIM

i

wo, th

, and blood rushed to my face, as I counted

the very first rendition of Billie Hol

ical, but I didn't feel lovely, and

half yelled, his eyes narrowing

s I stood with bated brea

ted, which I chalked down to being a new employee, I should be sortin

with all the technology and the innovation of Google Do

re say my reser

rstand myself, and took a step backward

hazel eyes as he waited for an answer. I opened my mouth to

e I'd arrived despite warnings from my boss that I had to fi

e. I had just one job and on my first day of work, I'd flunked that. But

s I held his gaze for as long as I

over me as he half yelled. A cold chill ran up

that evening. I stepped back, careful not to step on my limited edition

way. He was particularly striking that evening, and try a

t made his eyes twinkle under the dim light. For some reason, I wa

murmured ab

, and for a split second, his

in and out." I smiled tightly at him, doing m

he looked at me, but instead, my hairs stood

ed by the end of the day." The music had slowed d

of the day." The hardness of his stare made me want to tak

slightly. He opened his mouth, and then clo

les sorted." He took a step forward, his

istance between us. I should have moved away, especially considering the

you." He whispered, his lips ho

s my thoughts. Everyone else was at the party, even the ne

I started to say

o work. I

as already too late. I could not take back those words. Mentally,

. "You can turn in your resignation tomor

even as the lights flashed off us, c

orry. I di

utting me off. I stared back with wide eyes, willing my

not. I c

ld me in place, and f

o think the world should be at their feet simply because their paren

to us. I felt like a deer trapped in the headligh

or whatever trustfund school, that you cannot take orders. I wi

like a poisoned knife slicing

ing myself to stop trembling in front of this awful

s stares even though I dared not raise

now me. How could he judg

ck tears that were sure to be h

ess laughter that seeme

That's rich." He mocked, hi

hat if I let myself breathe, then I'd cry. I heard the snick

icker again. It was my silly way of tryin

ng, I turned

terribly ruthless? It was

ing until I was ou

st the wet pavement. The cold night's air whipped

hem of my prada dress as

me. I murmured as the inte

single drop slid down my face. I didn't bother to wipe i

lly too tired to walk. My heels weren't helpin

n. I could not outrun

stop crying. I didn't want to feel weak an

ispered to myself, standing the

e. It was a sentence, some cruel trick t

ng to survive? The man hated my guts, even thou

I should quit, go back hom

ve to my father that I could no

ot to

d to do was curl up