“I don’t get why we had to wake up so early.” Chloe says complaining about the same thing for the 100th time this morning. It took half an hour to get her to get out of bed. I had to force her to go take a shower; she didn’t want to get out of bed at all.
I had to use all types to get her to start moving. I don’t get why I should work so hard to get her to fix her life. I set up this interview, I begged the office she’s going to, to give her a chance. And she wants to make me look like a fool by showing up late. These people are doing this as a favor to me. I’m not going to let her ruin my good name with them.
It’s a miracle they agreed to see her for an interview so soon.
“I’m not going to explain to you again why it’s important to show up on time for an interview.” Say and she opens her mouth to say something else. I raise my hand to stop her before she starts
Two years later“Hey, there is a lady here so see you.” My assistant says walking into my office. I look up at her and smile. I told her not to disturb me for the next hour but she just had to walk in here. I don’t need this today.“Have Faith do her hair, I have so much paper work to go through. I can’t take on a client right now.” I say a little annoyed. I don’t have patience to deal with clients insist I do their hair today. On a normal day I would go out and talk them down. Convince them that my staff is capable of doing the job. But today is not a normal day; I have a lot of things to get through. I have other duties besides doing hair; I have to run the business as well.I have to make sure the schedule makes sense, the suggestions box is filled to the brim and I have to figure out where to find new staff. That means I have to get an ad out, hold interviews and I have to make sure whoever I h
“Good morning.” Simon says walking into our bedroom. I turn over and look at his beautiful man. I can’t believe he’s all mine, I catch myself staring at him in awe sometimes. I just can’t believe that I bagged such a loyal, loving and talented human being. He’s incredible and he’s mine. “I was hoping you were up. I got tire of waiting for you to wake up.” he says getting on the bed. He smiles coming closer to me for a kiss.“Morning.” I say kissing him back. He smiles staring at me for long time. I bet he’s been up for hours. Living with him showed me that he doesn’t sleep that much. I’ve changed, I enjoy sleeping these days. I look forward to bedtime and I wake up early when I have to. I don’t get out of bed before 10 am if I don’t have to. Gone are the days of insomnia and early mornings, I love my beauty sleep.
“I’m sorry.” Adira says walking through the door. I breathe a sigh of relief seeing her back home. I was so worried she wasn’t going to come back. I don’t know why but I had this feeling of dread when she walked out of here with her sister. I had half the mind to go after them; I had to talk myself down and let her do what she needs to do. She didn’t need me to come to her rescue this time; I understand she needed to do this herself. She needed to make her sister respect her and she doesn’t need me holding her hand to do that. Tonight was the death of the old Adira; new Adira took control of the situation and didn’t falter. It was hard to stand back and watch her hurting but I’m glad I held back. They both needed to go through that to make sure it never happens again. “Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.” I say and she closes the door. She takes off her shoes but she doesn’t walk in any closer to me. She feels guilty about what Chloe did to me so she’
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Simon asks me for the 100th time. I turn from my side to my back on my bed and look at him. I’m so exhausted , I don’t think I’ve ever cried like I did tonight. I walked out of my parent’s house and just lost it. I couldn’t hold in all that fear, anger and shame. I had to cry it out and I’m so happy he was there with me. It felt good to have someone there for me.The conversation I had with my father forced me to release the hurt and I was holding on to all these years. It was scary for Simon because he didn’t know what was going on. I just started crying without warning. He held me for about ten minutes listening to me cry my heart out.He didn’t rush me with questions or push me to tell him what was wrong. He just held me and let me cry it out. I can only imagine the types of thoughts that were running through his mind when I was crying. He probably thought
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I say to my father a long silence. He hasn’t said anything to me since I walked into the living room he’s sitting on his chair staring at the window. He might be comfortable with the silence, I’m not. It freaks me out; I don’t know what to do with myself. My mind keeps raising coming up with different reasons why he called me here. And most of them end with me dead in a ditch. That’s how deep my trust issues run.Even when I was a child I didn’t feel safe with my parents. I was filled with anxiety and fear every time I had to go somewhere with him. And unfortunately my mother wasn’t any different. My saving grace was getting older. Growing up gave me choices; I could decide where I wanted to go. I only went places with my father when it was necessary, other than that I stayed home.Think about it now, it’s a little sad. How can a child not feel safe with her fathe
My father opens the door looking at me like he’s surprised I’m here. I shift from one foot to another, nervous. I didn’t plan on being here today. My father called me out of the blue and summoned me here. He told me to show up at the house tonight. I wanted to make an excuse why I couldn’t come but I had a feeling he wouldn’t take no for an answer.“Who’s that in the car?” My father asks looking at Simon sitting in the driver’s side of his car. I look at my father suspiciously. I say a little prayer that he doesn’t start throwing a fit. He never liked it when I brought boys over to the house. That’s why I asked Simon to stay in the car.My dad sees pregnancy when he sees his daughters with a boy. He just thinks trouble and there’s no changing his mind. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice Simon in the car, I meant it’s almost dark outside . But I guess my father has 20/20 vision.&ldq