Wrecked Love | 18+ (DISCONTINUED)

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S H E
/ʃiː/
(n.): a female; a woman.

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"Abigail! Where is my hairdryer?!" I yell, still looking for my dryer.

"Abby?!"

"I can see you hurting, I've been through the thing, baby don't you worry, I got you!" I shut my ears with the palm of my hands,

A loud screech made its way in my bathroom,

"Cause I got you! Oh I got you!" I ran to my bathroom, and sighed when I saw Abby started dancing with my hairdryer in her hand,

"I got you! We can get high, nah, nah, na–" Before she could speak another word,

I snatched the hairdryer out of her hands, she gasped, and put a hand over her chest.

Over-dramatic.

"Why do you need that for?" Abby whined like a five year old,

"I have to go to the hospital."

Silence.

"Oh," I tightly smiled, and finally placed the hairdryer down,

"It's fine,"

"OK, so... Did you get the job?" I chuckled and shook my head,

"No, I didn't."

"What? Why!? Show me this!" I rubbed my shoulder when Abby stormed out the room,

"What's your password?!"

"It's easy!" I yell over the hairdryer,

"No it isn't! It keeps on saying, 'The password is incorrect'!"

I peek my head out the bathroom, showing her my knowing smirk,

"Oh, right." She blushed, turning away.

I laughed but it died when I got a unknown call,

Who is this?

I thought, but clicked 'ANSWER' anyway,

"Hello?" I spoke in a clear and strong voice,

"Ms. Robertson?" That voice sent shivers down to my toes,

Theo.

"Mr. Neil? May I ask why your calling?"

Why is he calling? I didn't get the job, that's for sure.

"Why are you not in my office?"

What? Wait, what?!

"Why should I? Didn't you send me an email saying that I didn't get the job?" My voice full of confusion,

"No. Not at all, I asked the front desk office lady to..."

That bitch must have emailed me saying I didn't fucking get the job!