I walk out of the house, slamming the door. How could he have not gotten anything that was on the list? For God's sake, he had a fucking list!
While I was mumbling to my self, I had reached my car. I reached in my purse for my keys, but couldn't find them.
"Great", I whisper to myself," First, the idiot in my house is..well..an idiot, now I left my keys in the house". I'm not going back in there, not right now. I will just walk.
Luckily, my keys were the only things I left, because my boss would kill me. I walk to the nearest Starbucks to get my boss her usual: One petite vanilla bean scone with a coconutmilk mocha macchiato.
When I open the door, I hear the bell, above me, ring. Every morning, I come hear and order the same thing for my boss.
Standing in line, I look to the clock. Huh? I was early? I guess I was too distracted at home to check the time.
Finally, it was my turn to order.
"Hi, hon. What can I get you", the middle aged Starbucks worker asked me.
" One coconutmilk moch-", my phone rang cutting me off. I excused myself and answered it.
"Emerald? Hi, yes, change of plans. Are you near Starbucks?", Mrs. Grant frantically asked me.
" It's Emerson and yes, I am at Starbucks. Why?", I replied.
" Instead of my usual, get this: A venti hot chocolate with two devil's food doughnuts". This is bad! I know this order and what this means. Either she caught her husband cheating, again, or we have big investors coming to the office.
"Yes, ma'am", I close the phone and order again.
"Hi, again. Can I get a Venti Hot Chocolate and two Devil's Food Doughnuts", I ask the cashier.
"Of course, coming right up", she replies. After I get the food, I start to head towards Time Inc. I may work there, which is a huge thing since this company publishes People magazine and other important magazines, but I'm just the head of the reporters assistant.
Off in lala land, I bump in to a wall. Or I think it's a wall. Walls don't have faces. Hot faces. Embarrassed, I back up to get a better look at the guy I just ran into.
He was built, but not body-builder built, which is a good thing. His muscles were exaggerated by the plaid T-shirt and jeans he had on. But the thing that made him so hot was the hat he was wearing. It kind of seemed like his thing.
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"Um..hi.. sorry..you know, f-for bumping into you", I finally get out. He looked down at me like he was just now noticing me.
" Excuse me", he said, rudely I might add. But his voice was another thing. So deep and rugged- no! I have a man back home who loves me. Get it together, Em.
Flustered, I walk away, checking behind me every five seconds. Suddenly, it gets darker and I realize I just walked in to a dark ally, only lit by a lamp post. I turn around to go the right way, but I see a man blocking my path.
He had a long messy brown beard, that had pieces of food in it, and the hair to match. To be honest, he kind of looked like a beat up Jesus. His clothes had holes in it and his beady little eyes followed my every move.
I try to side-step him, but because I decided to wear four inch heels, it was hard.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here by yourself?", He asked me, his voice raspy. Immediately, I think of a lie.
I replied," Oh, no, I'm not alone. My..um..boyfriend is behind..just a few..you know, blocks away". His eyes turned darker, or maybe that was my imagination.
"Why would you lie? There's no one coming, so you lied. That is okay. What we are going to do, you won't need to speak. Unless you're in to that", he said, grossing me out.
"No, no, there's no need for that. I was just heading to work-". He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. The food and drink fall and splatter on the bumpy ground. Panic courses through my body and my mind tells me to make a run for it, but my body does the opposite. I struggle to gain back control of my body. This can't be happening
"No! Please, I have mo-money. No, please stop!", I beg him.
"Sweety, I don't need your money...I need your body", he says, fighting to keep hold of me and get his pants off. No!
(Flashback)
"No", I scream. It didn't matter. His drunken eyes looked me up and down, then he licked his lips.
"Please, I'm sorry! I'll be early this time. It was an accident", I beg. He shook his head.
"You know the deal, Emerson. You come home right after school...you..broke the rule. You need discipline, princess", he slurred.
Hot, disgusting, alcohol filled breath blew in my face. I cried myself to sleep tonight. Like every night.
(End of flashback)
"NO!", I scream out,tears streaming down my face, hoping someone would hear me.
All of a sudden, I felt him let go, then I couldn't hear or..feel him anymore. I wondered where he was for one second, but I wasn't going to find out and I don't care, so I run. I run in the first direction that comes to mind.
Minutes of running later, I stop to catch my breath. The tears have, thankfully, stopped and the back of my hand wipes the rest off my face. I fix my outfit and go to the nearest bathroom to fix my make-up and hair.
Face-to-face with the mirror, I'm re- applying my mascara and stop mid-swift.
" Get it together, Em. This happens all the time..this happens all the time. You..you deserve this". With that I walked out of the bathroom and back to Starbucks. Then, I went to work.
