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I needed some air, and I didn’t want to be in that space anymore. It definitely wasn’t the first time she’s done this, it’s something repetitive and I love her to death, but I can’t let another person come into my life and completely ruin me. It doesn’t work that way.
I needed her and everything draining out of my life.
CHAPTER 5
Azzaria
The alarm went off giving me a mild heart attack and normally, I’d be annoyed but the realization of the day kicked in; it’s Friday. The week has ended.
The first few days were good. Minimal contact with anyone and tons of filing to keep me distracted.
After my long, warm shower, I started getting dressed, so I could get my ass out the door before the traffic jam.
My phone pinged.
Fuck, it’s Nicholas.
Nicholas Sharpe
Are you coming to work today?
There are approximately 3.97 billion men in the world, and out of that number, I chose to spread my legs for one of the most annoying ones.
Out of nowhere, I heard glass break and my mother scream.
What the fuck?
I panicked and ran down the stairs. “Mom, are you—”
My sentence was cut short by my alcoholic father rummaging through the house. The air reeked of dirty clothes and vodka, and I could see my mother shiver with fear of what would happen to us next. I froze, unable to do anything to help, and I hated myself for it.
“W-what h-happened?” Mom stuttered.
The next thing I saw was his heavy white palms connecting with the side of my mother’s face. The force was so strong that she fell on the floor, screaming loudly. Her pale cheeks absorbed the outline of his hand print as if it were a tattoo.
He spat on my mom and then walked up to me, grabbing my shirt and speaking in a harsh, rigid tone, “You’re just the same as your mother, a worthless bitch.”
“Just go, please,” I pleaded with tears streaming from my eyes. Everything was wrong. So dead wrong.
The tears filled my eyes, and fear washed over my entire being. He let me go, walked through and slammed the door. I hurriedly ran over to my mother, and the two of us sat in the middle of the room in silence.
After a few long minutes, the situation slowly calmed down, and I left my mom in the living room reading so I could finish getting dressed. As much as I wanted to take the day and spend it with her, ensuring her safety; I couldn’t.
The pain felt unbearable, and the sad part was that breaking down didn’t need one event; it brought back every time you’ve been heartbroken and hurt. This was just another secret to add to the already big pile.
Despite whatever happened, I had to move on. We all did.
Dwelling on it would make me seem weak and affected, and I couldn’t let that happen, especially not after everything I’ve sacrificed for this life.
My attempt to be early fell through, and I was caught up in the rush hour heading downtown New York. Cars filled the streets. Men, women, and children on the sidewalk, and the strong smell of hot coffee filled the air. If only this would make the traffic move faster. I checked my watch, and the time read 8:00 a.m. Work starts in thirty minutes, and I was going to be late.
The time started moving fast until 8:30 approached and I was still in traffic.
Thankfully, the traffic congestion eased, and I finally arrived at the office.
I pulled into the parking garage, parked my car, grabbed my purse, and headed to the front of the building. The closer I got to the 15th floor, the more my heart raced because I knew this man could be so extra and would give me a hard time for being late, and I couldn’t do the whole argument game with him, not today.
“Good morning, Mara,” I said, approaching the front desk.
