Capture Me

Somebody That I Used To Know

Warning: This chapter contains an information dump as to where Thalia was in the five years that she was not with Ryder.
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Thalia

My mind couldn't help but wander into the past as he carried me to his house, that we used to call ours.

Five years of separation changed him-us. I tried to build my life from what he had left of me. I took a refresher course on secretarial for five months, almost spending all the money I saved. Applied for that particular job at one of the most high-profiting company in the state, and ended up using my first pay to get a decent apartment. I tried going home to my family but they were—they told me that I couldn't be in their house again. I kind of expected it that they would treat me that way, but it still hurt me, I didn't know why but they were different since I was a child.

So, I happily devoted all of my time on my job, I had gained friends, and I almost didn't think about Ryder all the time—I almost didn't reminisce about the sweetest parts of our lives and decide to go back to him, I almost didn't cry myself to sleep every night. Almost.

I opted that to fully forget him, I must find someone better than him and I did, so many times, but it all only lasted for a week or two. They suddenly left or wanted to break up, said they didn't want to do it anymore. They even told me about getting punched by some guy or something, just to have a reason to go.

And then, after two years of happily working in the finance department, I resigned, because I couldn't take my boss anymore. He was such a huge pervert, that he basically wanted to hump everything with a skirt. At first I wasn't exactly aware because he was nice and helped me with things I was not familiar with, but when it escalated to the point where he'd corner me in places where there were less people and whisper—gag—sexual things, I kneed him in the balls twice and then submitted my resignation letter the next day.

I immediately handed my resumé to companies that I thought would hire me, but not even one thought to invite me for the final interview. I didn't know what was wrong, was there something I mistyped in my papers? Were my requirements complete? Did I follow the proper format? I didn't know, so, I went for a physical interview, where you go directly to the hiring company with your requirements and wait in line to be called.

There, I got to know why, my past asshat boss didn't submit my resignation letter to the HR and printed a fake certificate of release, so I was AWOL with a bad personality—according to that prick—and no one wanted to hire an employee like that.

I had to move to a less luxurious apartment to cut down expences. I took another two jobs to support my other financial needs, part-time tutor and a utility woman at a hospital a couple blocks from my apartment.

There was really the time when everything one worked so hard to build—rebuilt in my case—would crumble because of just one thing. It was like fate was testing whether that person's strong enough to live and survive the storms of life.

In my case it came in a form of a paper from the Gold Union Bank. They hadn't been able to update my new address to their system so, all the loan-letters from them were sent to my old apartment in those past three years, and as I looked at the five-almost-six digit number plus-interest printed on the letter, l couldn't help but feel like my world was starting to crumble again, for a different reason this time, and it also stated that they would have to acquire my belongings and savings of the same amount for safe keeping until I paid them in full cash.

When I started my job, I felt that I needed a car for an easier access of transportation, and then came the indulgences, I thought that I must look presentable for work, so I applied for a credit card—which was thankfully approved—for clothes and other accessories.