Destined to be together

Chapter 8

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

This time my inner demon was successful to convince me.

I brought the blade close to my hand and pushed it hard to slit my wrist.

A tear escaped my eyes.

April

The bled fell down on the floor.

I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t do it.

No matter how much I tried I couldn’t make myself to dig the blade deep into my skin.

Tears start flowing down my cheeks. Loud sobs escaped my mouth.

pathetic.
Why am I such a coward?

I start hitting my hand on the washroom wall.

I furiously hit my hand until blood came out from my knuckles.

An hour or two have past when I finally got a grip on my emotions. I pulled myself up.

I came out of the washroom.
The blood has dried and stuck to my hand. I went to the sink washed my face, cleaned my hand, tied my handkerchief around my knuckles tightly.

I was walking towards the elevator when someone called my name.

“April?”

I slowly turned around to face Mr. Martínez.

I don’t have any energy for this now.

“What is the time now?” he asked sternly.

I didn’t give him any answer just kept my gaze low.

“I asked you a question, answer me?”

His voice ice cold. But I know he is boiling in anger from deep within.

“Is this a time to come to the office?”

“Or do you think you got your way just because I behaved nicely with you one day?”

I kept silent.

He let out an annoyed huff.

“Follow me.” He walked past me straight to his office.

I let out a small sigh and followed him.

“Sit.”
I sat there for some time lowering my gaze.
Soon I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“Sir I bought the files you asked for.”

“leave it on the table.”

The man put the files on the table, gave him a small bow, and left the office.

“That is the five-year record of our employee's information. I want you to go through each one of them, update the information, and make a new report within today.” He said sternly looking straight into my eyes.

I nodded slowly looking at him, took the files, and start working.

I knew there was no point in arguing or protesting.

This time I wasn’t worried if I would be able to complete the work or not rather I took it slow.

I would rather spend the whole night working here rather than being at home.
I have no desire to go back there or face my father.

If only I had a friend, I could spend my night at her place.

I started adding the information on the laptop.