Afterlife - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,163

well, as a young over active imagination can sometimes twist the truth. I think in light of your clear feelings, I would think it best for you if you no longer worked up here in the VIP.” He finished this sentence thus sealing my fate into the pit of misery. He could see the tears and yet his arrogance was still stronger than ever. We were miles apart and the difference was that he didn't care and all the time I was fighting my way to get back.

“Right...you’re right, clearly... what a stupid mistake to have made!” I said this out loud not realising, as nothing made sense...but nothing ever does when you’re lost.

“I think you’re a hard worker and…”

“DON'T! Please... just don't, I will continue downstairs and you have nothing to worry about. I will never set foot up here again and that I can promise you!” I said as my last attempt at saving my face. When I said this there was the first tiniest bit of emotion I saw in his soulless eyes but I looked away from it, knowing that if I saw anything that would give me hope, I would fight for him...And clearly it was a one sided battle. One I could never win.

I walked past him to the door and something made me stop. I turned to face his back as his eyes did not follow and swallowed back the sob saving it for when I was out of this hell!

“Oh and congratulations….My Lord!” And these were the last words before I ran from the balcony, down the stairs, out of the building and across the car park, as fast as my legs could carry me. Once I got to my truck I couldn't even wait till I was in the safety of its metal frame. My body sank against it and I cried till every part of me hurt. I don't even remember getting into my car or stupidly starting the engine. But my body's need to feel safe again was greater than the risks. I could barely even see the road ahead but somehow as if another body had taken hold of me making my arms and legs work together, I was driving. I couldn't even feel them, as my body was numb. I should have been shaking uncontrollably but my body parts just kept going until they got me home.

Once in the driveway my possessed hand cut the engine and then that was it, I was back to me again and it hurt all over. My body convulsed and I sobbed so much that I couldn't breathe. I gasped for the air to fill my lungs but it was proving hard as the tears wouldn't let up and trying to do both was difficult.

I don't know how long I sat there but the pain continued to overwhelm every part of me and I only realised it must have been hours as it was now dark. Luckily, Libby and Frank had still not come back and I finally gathered my senses long enough to make it into the house. I noticed there were two messages on the machine and I reluctantly pressed play.

“Hey Kazzy, hope you’re having fun with the house all to yourself as me and Frank are staying another night, be back tomorrow around noon, love you!!” Libby's happy voice filled the air and tears rolled out of my tired, sore eyes as the word “fun” had been a painful word to chew on. The other message made it ten times worse as it was Jerry confirming my new shifts and how Draven had spoken to him telling him that I wasn't need today and wouldn’t be for a few days, so I was to start back on Wednesday. This had me falling to my knees in a crumpled pile on the floor and I cried so hard that I must have passed out, tiring myself as I next woke when dawn was breaking outside.

I dragged my heartbroken body to my bedroom and I fell into bed covering my head with my covers, never wanting to see the light of day. I wanted to stay in my safe little cocoon where no-one could ever hurt me again.

How could I have let this happen? How could I have allowed myself to believe such things? Draven had never wanted me. He had never cared and all those nights that it had seemed as if he did, were all a terrible lie