Deep

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I could not see straight. Moist tears poured out of my eyes like a fall of water, hindering my vision. I wiped away the tears with my palm as I rushed to the restroom, my shaky and weak legs begging me to surrender.

I closed the door and locked it as soon as I entered the enclosed room. The hand that had been on my mouth to stop me from making any noise was removed and I let my self loose. A strangled cry escaped my throat and I silently hoped the walls were sound proof and no one could hear me.

I cried. I cried because I could not understand what had happened or what was happening. I cried because my body was in pain and I was hurt. I cried because Dean was abusive. I cried because I was a fool for thinking everything was okay. I cried because my eyes were teary. I cried because I was an emotional wreck.

What was he talking about? Why did he act like crazy? Did I forget to arrange his meeting? Or maybe inform him of one? No,I always wrote down everything down and I had checked my notebook and he didn't have any appointments today.

The guy had issues. He could have anger management issues for all I cared. He had hurt me again even after apologising the first time. I was not going to sit around and wait for him to do this to me again. And I hoped that everyone who was in any abusive relationship did the same thing.

Don't sit down and wait for someone to kill you.

I was done with him. I would not let him hurt me again. May it be physically, emotionally or mentally.

I had to quit. I would find some where else for me to get a job at. I didn't care how long it would take me to get employed again but I had to leave McConnell enterprise and go some where where I would be treated well. Where bosses were not abusive.

I stood up from the toilet seat and opened the door. I didn't care how long I had been sitting on that thing or how stiff my behind felt, all I knew is that I had to leave this building right now. As soon as I saw my reflection on the mirror, my breath hitched. My make-up free face was as dry as it can get. My usual hazel eyes were now puffy and red from all the tears and crying. And my eyelashes were clean from any of the mascara I had applied in the morning.

"God." I said and I almost cried out in pain when I felt a sharp pain go through my throat for how dry it was.

I splashed my face with the cold tap water, and after cleaning and air drying it, I opened the door and got out. I was glad when I didn't meet anyone along the way, saving me from any explanations. Once I reached my desk, I packed everything that belonged to me, even the spare ball pen that I had brought along last week and left. I did not go to tell him I was leaving, I could not allow myself to come face to face with him again.

I almost screamed with joy when I stepped into the elevator and not encounter anyone from the fiftieth floor to the ground floor. As for the security guard, whom I had become my acquainted with, I did not even bother to wave him a good bye and tell him I was leaving. I knew this was my last day here, but I did not feel like talking to anyone.

I hailed a cab and after giving the old man my address I rested my head on the window, concentrating on the passing buildings. Once in a while, I would see him look at me through the rear view mirror but never once did he ask which I was grateful for.

I was not sure how I would break the news to Vera but I knew she would support me. To us, family was more important than any amount of money stored in the world back. Family came first.

"Here you go." I paid the man his money and headed to my home.

"What are you doing home at this time of the day Stephanie?" A bewildered voice asked from the couch once I stepped inside the house.

I cleared my throat. "I should be the one asking that question."

She had school today. What was she doing at home? "Our professor called in sick today." She explained. " Now what are you doing home?"

"Vera-" A strangled cry escaped my throat and my eyes swelled with tears.

She sat up immediately when she noted the tone of my voice and that's how I spent five minutes explaining to her whatever happened. I told her everything without leaving any details behind.

She stood up immediately and headed for the door. "Vera, where are you going?"

"To teach that guy a lesson. He will think twice before laying a finger on you again." She angrily spat, her fist clenched

"There is no need. I already decided to resign."

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So, I just noticed that I have been writing coach instead of couch. Can someone slap me rn, how could I miss that. Anyways, I blame autocorrect 😜...Don't forget to vote, comment and share.