All Chapters of He Drains Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I remember so vividly the first incident that happened, the one that caused a storm of mixed emotions inside me.See, I'm all for therapy. I recommend it to anyone. I can even go as far as calling myself an advocate for it. I believe that everyone needs someone to talk to. They don't have to rely on themselves completely. Everyone needs somebody, right?What I found is that truth is not lost in me. I've always been alone and felt alone."People who have different types of friends are untrustworthy," he said. Now, it hit close to home because I pride myself on being able to assimilate with people from different backgrounds. None of my friends are the same, so I felt a bit put off."Why? What do you have against people?" I asked him with some bite to my voice. However, he did not catch on to my simmering temper. I guess I always had my emotions well hidden.Now that I think about it, his explanation made some kind of sense. Amazingly, I have been fearful for myself as well. According to

"No, Mr Powell, I cannot approve any measurements apart from the Bill of Quantities that you signed before the beginning of the project. Any new developments would have been notified to you." I had been arguing with the painter for the past ten minutes. He had brought forward claims that there were some areas of the building that were omitted in the original measurements. How he expects me to believe that? I have no idea.As I continued my conversation, standing near my floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city, I heard a knock at the door. It was probably my assistant; my office phone had been ringing for some time."Come in, Sheila," I called her in. I will be having meeting after meeting today. That's why I chose a figure-hugging red dress that ends just below the knees, paired with nude stiletto heels and my favourite black trench coat. I love showing my curves; I'm not embarrassed by them anymore. I decided to wear my natural curls in a messy bun. Mother always said, you mus

"This is amazing," I exclaimed, fascinated. Cruising through the city on a full moon night is the most beautiful experience, but this comes to a close second. When Liam said he wanted to show me his world, I did not imagine that. I imagined at the very least he would take me to some football match and drink beer, but not that. I was surrounded by beautiful art. How could one person be so creative? The room was designed like a warehouse, probably was a former warehouse, but he turned it into an art studio. He had a combination of acrylic paint and mosaic designs. Personally, I prefer his mosaic work; the blending was so unreal.The walls were covered in his artistic display, excluding the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that reflected perfectly in the center, where he had made it his workplace. He could see himself and his work from all angles, including the ceiling, where the last mirror was located. As I roamed around the room, inspecting each and every painting, I came across one that stoo

Bright and early Monday morning. Was it early? Yes. Was it bright? Not in the slightest.Mondays are always busy. All the problems left over from Friday are resolved on Monday. For one, I realized that there was a meeting with a client that I was supposed to have on Friday, but I postponed it to Monday. However, when it comes to the beginning of the week, my first stop is always the site.I hadn't even passed by the office. I went straight to the site, blasting "Kissing on my friends" by Marshmello & Inji, as I strategized in my head the work schedule for the week and how effectively we could accomplish these tasks. That's what I love most about my job: planning and seeing my plans come to fruition. It's such a humbling experience because it's not a guarantee that the plan will succeed.I arrived at 8:30, thirty minutes late. I'm always late. Workers had already gathered for our weekly meeting, just waiting on me. Sometimes I do feel bad, but I console myself by remembering that I usu

The week went by quickly. Too fast.Caitlin was told that the person who assaulted her had been notified that there was an open case against him. An official arrest had not been made yet, but after reporting the incident, she went to see the doctor the following day. A doctor had to confirm the possible injuries she might have sustained from the assault. Her right ear was affected and had a constant ringing sound. She had a split bottom lip, and her whole right cheek was swollen. She was given two days off work, but she still had to submit the doctor's report to the police station first.When she returned to work, everything felt different and uncomfortable. This is the place where she was harmed. She confirmed my fears as well. The man who assaulted her was suspended for two days with no pay and given a warning not to do it again. Apparently, the chief of marketing trumps a receptionist. What a farce, but I saw it coming.She felt so embarrassed, having to work in front of him and al