*“Dad, please don't leave me”, I screamed from the top of my lungs. I was watching the ambulance driving towards the hospital. I fell to my knees and cried hysterically. Deep inside I knew I would never see him alive ever again. *
I woke up from my nightmare looking around my room. Everything felt so real. I couldn't shake off what has happened to me 10 years ago. I missed him. I missed my dad more than you could ever know. This happened when I was 13. Now I'm 23 and trying to hit it off as a photographer. It was my long lost dream to be a well-known photographer for a very well-known magazine. I did everything in my power to become what I truly wanted. 2 college degrees later and here I am, still in my hometown struggling to survive on a minimum wedge. Two of my best friends moved all the way to the U.K 6 years ago. They had the money to go and study at the top universities in London. I visited them once or twice, but that was just about it. I am too scared to let go of my old life. I'm too scared to move there and start my life from scratch.
I got up from my bed, still wrapped around my thoughts and made my way to the kitchen. I poured myself a big cup of coffee and got started on getting ready for work. I am enjoying my job, but I would really want to do something more than running around town like a madman and survive the looks that my boss gave me daily. He made it clear he liked me and wanted me to be something more for him, but I didn't feel the same. He was in his mid-50's for God's sake. He was old enough to be my father, but never mind that. He wanted me, period.
An hour later I was at work trying to figure out my day, when my boss came into my office.
“Good Morning, Mika!” he said a little bit more excited for my liking.
“Yeah, whatever” As I said that his eyes turned from bright brown to a dark color almost immediately.
“Don't you dare answer me like that, young lady, or else you'll be out of here in no time. Unless….”
He started making his way to me, painfully slow. He brought his hands down to my hips and pulled me towards him. That's when I raised my knee and hit him straight in his nuts.
“You fucking pervert. I told you I want nothing to do with you. Go back to your wife and kids at home. Don't you ever touch me in that manner ever again you fucking idiot.” He looked at me kind of scared of what I might do.
“Scratch that…You know what. I QUIT. I FUCKING QUIT. I have had it with you.” And with that I gathered my things and made my way out of the office.
I got in my car and once the door was closed I started crying. I had nothing now. How will I pay my bills and everything else? How on Earth am I going to survive? I did the only thing that came to mind, and called my best friend Christie.
“Hi Mika. How are you?” Instead of a straight answer, all she heard was me sobbing on the other side of the phone.
“Oh my God. Are you okay darling?” As I heard the word “darling” a smile spread on my lips.
“Ohh Christie, your Brit is showing again. And to answer your question: I just quit my job. My boss made a move on me and I hit him in the nuts. Which brings me here, in my car crying like a freaking idiot, because I just screwed up my life even more.”
“You know that you are more than welcomed to stay with me and Andrew. You can find a well-paid job here. You are the best photographer that I have ever met. Just move here already. You know you love the U.K more than I do.”
“I know Christie. I know. I'll think about it. Now that I have nothing left to lose. Have a nice day at work.”
“Take care Mika. Make sure you call me tonight via Skype.”