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The music still hums from my pocket, keeping me company, and I open a tab on the computer to check my emails.
I’m waiting for a new car to come in, I get bored easily.
A picture of my sister in her wedding dress gazing up at the Prince Charming she thought she was marrying catches my eye from the corner of her desk.
How can women not see the beasts lying dormant within us? I bet Richard was all roses and missionary when they first met.
Now he hates his job, working nightshifts doing road work for the state.
Hates that he chose a good girl to marry and never gets his dick sucked.
Hates that he drinks to get over the depression that is his life.
What a loser you are, Rich. Ebony deserves so much better.
The screen flashes, drawing my attention back to the task at hand.
Before I can click to enter my email and password, the computer screen pings with an incoming email for Anonymous.
Drumming my fingers on the wooden desk, I stare at the inbox of my sister’s company.
There are thousands of email logs in here.
How can there be that many fucked up people out there, clawing at a computer screen for help?
How can my sister read this shit all the time and not see herself as a hypocrite?
My eyes dart to the bathroom door my sister still hides behind, and curiosity gets the better of me.
I know I shouldn’t open it, yet my finger hovers over the pad anyway.
With another quick glimpse to the door where I can hear my sister running water, I click open.
Du dum…du dum…du dum…
Dear Anonymous,
Why do our peers fuel the deterioration of one’s soul?
How did I become this?
How did it become my fault?
How did I become so weak?
How did I end up the broken one?
The victim The whore?
Sender
My heart races in my chest.
Alice Young.
What a broken little bird you are.
I read and re-read her email, stroking my fingers over the words displayed on the screen.
Her words, like blood from her veins.
She’s slashing at her wrists and letting the pain bleed out on the screen.
She left her email address, does this mean she’s seeking guidance… help… a reply?
What burdens your soul, sweet little Alice?
I forward the email to myself then delete it from Ebony’s computer just as she opens the door to the bathroom and joins me.
“I’m going to leave him, Erik. I mean it.”
Of course you do.
Three
Chapter
ERIK
When the elevator pings open I hear a banging and then Maggie’s voice screeching.
“Hello? Oh God, is someone there? Hello?”
Gentle sobs hum through the wood panels.
My dick thickens at her distress.
“Please someone help me.”
She’s pathetic, I’ve only been gone three hours, and that bathroom is luxury.
It’s not like she’s been trapped in a public hellhole.
Sitting through lunch with my sister was hell.
All I wanted to do was get back here, so I could search the wonderful web for Alice Young.
“Maggie?” I call out, keeping the amusement from my tone.
“Oh, God, Erik? I’m stuck,” she cries.
Closing the office door, I take the bathroom door handle and jiggle it, opening the door and faking a shocked expression as she tumbles out into my arms.
“Where did you go?” she sobs, black streaks tracking down her cheeks like oil stains on a well used road.
“To lunch, I thought you left,” I lie.
Her tears soak into my shirt, and I pull her back to look at her blotchy face and panicked eyes. She’s never looked as pretty as she does right now.
I place a hand over her heart, and my blood surges, rushing through my veins where it beats wildly beneath my palm.
“I left my bag,” she points, hiccupping on the word bag. “To use the restroom”
“I’m so sorry, you look terrified,” I comfort her.
She sniffles and nods her head.
Maggie is never this undone, and after the discovery of Alice, my high is still vibrating through me.
I push her back into the glass wall and stare at the tears cascading down her cheeks, my palm staying over her heart.
I drop my lips to hers and suck the salty water from her mouth.
Tiny palms push against me, her body squirming like a trapped rat.
“Erik, no, I’m upset. God, are you seriously trying to seduce me right now?” she scorns.
“No, I was trying to fuck you, but if you don’t want to then I have work to catch up on.” I tell her, turning away from her and striding to my desk.
I can hear her erratic breathing hitch then her shoe hits my back with a thud.
“You pig. How dare you treat me this way?” she’s becoming irate, and I don’t have time for this.
I much preferred her when she was a frightened mess.
Holding my hands up in surrender I offer her a tight smile. “I’m sorry, you’re right. Let me call Abigail and ask her to come collect you.”
