After 5mins of searching and still couldn't find it, I decided to call Mr Kings. I walked to my table and took my office phone to call him. It rang twice before he took the call. "I'm sorry sir, but I couldn't find the file." He hesitated before he replied. "What do you mean? You've checked the safe?" He asked. I checked well. I checked all the file cases. "Yes sir," I replied. The call went dead. Seriously? Is that how to end a call where he came from? He should have said 'okay, thank you or something like that. My office door suddenly flung open. Mr Kings walking in startled me. He didn't even glance at me, he walked to the file safe and started looking at every file. Ha! He is not going to see it. What was he thinking? That he would find it and then insult me? I walked toward him. I was at his back watching him find the file. He suddenly stopped. He turned around facing me with the file in his hand. My eyes widened. I could swear I searched hard and didn't see that. He glare
I got to my car and drove to my house. I looked at the time 4:30 pm. I drove for 10mins before reaching my place. As usual, the house was noisy from Anne's screams. I opened the door to see Anne running everywhere in the house, Zara ran behind her. She stopped when she noticed my presence. "Mommy!" Anne shouted running towards me. I bent down and opened my arms for her to come in. Running into my arms, she hugged me. I missed her so much. "How are you baby?" I asked. "Pine." She replied grinning, showing her small set of teeth. "What were you guys doing?" I asked her. "Playing, come mommy." She replied inviting me to play with them. And just like that, we played. We were technically running around the house. After some time, I asked Zara to go home and asked if she could spend the tonight with Anne. She happily agreed. That didn't stop Anne from playing though. Anne's giggles filled the house. Giggling along with her, we fell on the couch. "Baby?" I called sitting up. "Yes, mo
I followed her through the mob of sweaty bodies. We stopped after a minute of walking. "Cris!" Yvonne exclaimed hugging a guy. He had dirty blond hair, he wore a white tee shirt, blue jeans trousers and white converse on... And has tattoos and piercings practically all over his body... Except for his neck and face. I never knew she follows Gothic people. He was pretty good-looking. "Happy birthday!" She exclaimed again. "Thanks." He replied and nodded his head towards me. "She's Tessa, the girl I told you about." "Oh? I didn't expect her to be this pretty." Cris said. I saw Yvonne roll her eyes. Maybe it was just my imagination. "I'm Cris, it's a pleasure to meet you." He introduced himself. I nodded my head. No need to introduce myself, right? Yvonne already did. "Nice to meet you too." "Okay! Enough with the pleasantries! Let's party!" It wasn't Yvonne nor was it Cris, but a young lady who had so many tattoos on her. She started jumping around. Okay, I felt highly uncomfort
I reached my car and drove off. What I've heard from the staff still lingering freshly in my head. Slut. I'm not a slut... I tried to push those words out of my head but more just kept coming. And tears came pouring out of my eyes like it was an ocean. I managed to reach my house. Believe me when I say it's a miracle I got home without getting in an accident or something. I got inside the house, and the clicking of a spoon filled my ears. Zara must have heard me opening the door as she walked toward me. Her eyes widened. "What happened, ma'am? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. I managed to keep myself from crying. "I got fired," I said and she gasped. "How- why?" She asked. "I don't know." I suddenly cried. I don't know why this happened to me. The thought that a man touched me without me knowing is already killing me. They were right. I'm a slut. I shouldn't have gone to that stupid party. A part of me wanted to blame Yvonne, a part scolded against that. It wasn't her fau
"I'm glad it's nothing to be scared of," I said. I couldn't stand anything bad happening to her, she's been my friend for two years now, a very good friend. "I have to go home now, I would come again tomorrow hmm? Take care." She said. "You too," I mumbled. I closed my eyes, I didn't know when I'd fall asleep again. I've been sleeping all day. •• "You know any man with these tattoos?" Jake asked the man behind the bar table. He had tattoos all over his body. He's been doing this almost all day. He'd to do it... For Tessa. The man inspected the picture again. He nodded his head yes. "Who?" Jake asked. "Ah ah ah." He gestured his hand. A sign he wanted money for it. Jake rolled his eyes before bringing out his wallet and placing 50 dollars on the table. The man shook his head. "More." Bringing out 30 dollars he asked. "How would I know if you know him?" "It's him. Trust me. Cris Alex." He replied with a grin. •• "So, his name is Cris Alex? You're sure?" "Not really." ~ ••
"What?" I asked Jake because of the look he gave me. "What makes you think so?" He asked, clearly disappointed. "I-i just know and Yvonne told me about Cris." He looked at me curiously. You're such an idiot! You're defending an almost rapist here! My subconsciousness screamed at me. He didn't do anything and Yvonne knows him. I know Yvonne, she's a kind soul. If he was a rapist or something, she wouldn't have pleaded that much for him. "She's being arrested." He suddenly said. "Who?" I asked curiously. "Yvonne." He spat. I looked at him confusedly for a moment before realizing what he'd just said. My eyes widened a bit. "W-what do you mean, why?" I asked and he scoffed out a laugh. Why was he like this? He was never like this and then all of a sudden... "Tessa," he said when he noticed my expression. "What did she tell you?" "Tell me you're lying," I said and he raised an eyebrow. "Lying about what?" He asked. Was he being serious? "About Yvonne." "No," He answered. "I answere
I fell on my bed immediately after I got to it. I whimpered. Jake was the one who helped me get this job... Maybe he could help me get another? Ugh. I'm an ungrateful brat... And careless. If I had been more careful, all this wouldn't have been happening, if only... I curled myself into a ball on the bed, crying my eyes out. I think I was sick. My temperature was high. My phone suddenly rang, startling me. Taking the call to look at the caller. Jake. Quickly answering it, I placed it on my ear. "Hey... Jake." I felt bad for snapping at him earlier. He was trying to help me and I snapped at him. "Hey. How are you?" He asked. He doesn't seem mad. That's a good thing, right? "I'm good I guess, you?" "Are you? You don't sound fine." He said making me break down. "I'm not okay," I cried. "I can't believe I had been stupid to think she cared for me. If I was smart enough... And now, it's hurting more than it should be. And my job. I lost my job." I cried. "Tessa..." I cut him off.
I walked out of the courtroom, my eyes watery, I couldn't believe I was crying over what she had said. But, it did hurt me, a lot. I wiped my tears away. Stop it. My subconsciousness scolded. "Wait up," Jake called. I wanted to stop and wait but my brain wasn't obeying my mind. I got out of the courthouse but he got to me before I could walk any further. "Are you okay?" He asked. He is so patient, I expected him to be mad or something but as usual, he didn't show any sign of being mad. I smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay," I replied. "You're sure? You don't look okay, is it because of her? She got what s-" I cut him off. It wasn't because she got imprisoned or something, just because of how she fooled me all this while. I was such a fool. "Yeah. Can you take me home? I'm so tired..." I said. He nodded with a smile. After the judge had given both Yvonne and Cris three years in prison. A part of me was happy, and a part of me was sad. Curse that part. I got into the passenger seat and Jake g