Find someone who still knows how to talk to you when they are angry. Someone who respects you in all mind states. - Unknown
I walked up to the entrance of the twenty four storey building, looking to my right at the guy who sells sandwiches and coffee. Max they call him, contemplating if I should risk buying a sandwich at this hour, my subconscious knicks me.
You know if you buy it, you'll be living in the restroom for awhile.
I grimace, changing my mind immediately. My hand on the door knob, I pulled it open.
Amber run- I found love blasts in my ear phone. I look at my phone, Matthew's calling me. God damn, couldn't you have given me some time to myself. I answer.
"He-"
"Why the hell aren't you answering my texts?" He barked into his phone.
I stopped dead in my tracks, I let the handle go. Here we go again. I looked up to the sky, while I bit my tongue, I sent a silent prayer asking God to help me not to say anything I'll regret.
"Excuse me, your blocking the door." I turned to see, Molly, the wicked witch of the west. I stepped to the side to let her pass. I hate her so much.
"Amelia?!!!!!!!!!!!" He shouted at me.
"I'm still here, I never get the chanc-" I said.
"You choose when you want to respond to me, you take days to answer my texts" he shouted again.
"Jesus Matthew, give me chance to talk." My mouth blurts before my subconscious even has a chance to think of a smart ass retort.
"I'm at work I can't do this right now, I'll buzz you back shortly."
He shouted louder this time, "everything we do must revolve around you, you, you, YOU, whatever you say is law. "
"Matthew, I'll call you later, please I'm at work."
"You know what, Fine!" He shouted but it wasnt as loud as before.
I removed my earphones from my ears, placed my phone in my bag and opened the door, I was already feeling drained and I just got here.
I dragged myself towards the elevators passing Ridge, our receptionist.
"Good morning Miss Banks," he said slapping a smile on his face showing his perfect white teeth.
"Morning Ridge." I continue dragging myself like Gary the snail in spongebob towards the elevators. At the door I press the arrow pointing up. The doors open and I step in, I press ninteen. The doors close and it starts to move.
You know that you could walk away right? Why stay? Oh right, you love him but you hate him the same time too. You need to let him go Amelia, this is a very toxic relationship.
My subconscious is right, why do I keep holding on. We argue all the time. The only time we dont argue is if my lips are around his cock, when he's inside me or if his face is buried between my legs.
The elevator stops and I get off, walking into to my office I throw my bag on my desk and slump into my chair. I started crying, I can't take it anymore. After my round of crying, I got to work.
1:15 pm, I decided to go out for lunch, trying to think of a place to go, I thought of shrimp, my stomach growled. I smiled, shrimp is it. I left the building.
Walking towards MarcAngelo Italian Restaurant, my phone dings.
Dwight: Hello BEAUTIFUL, how are you?
A smile forms at my lips seeing who's texting me, the foul mood that I was in disappears. I type a quick reply.
Me: Hey, I was such a foul mood, but I'm feeling fantastic now that I have received a text message from you.
Me: Heading to Marc's for lunch, what's up?
Dwight: I'm collecting samples, but I can leave it and have lunch with you. I'll be there in fifteen.
I send a silent thank you to God, he knew I would need Dwight's company, after the crappy morning I had.
Me: Hurry, it's been so long since I've seen you.
Dwight: Me too sweetheart.
I let out a little squeal. I stop at the little vintage store beside Marc's and call my best friend, Fiona.
"Hey pumpkin, are you busy?" I said
"No, not really just doing a bank reconciliation report to send to the director. What's up?"
Frustrated that she hasn't said anything about the screenshots sent her, of the messages Matthew sent me, last night during our argument.
"Did you read the messages I sent you this morning?"
She hesitated, "Um, I saw them, but I haven't read them yet."
"Ok, when you do, please call me, he's behaving like a jerk again."
"Ok I will call you."
"Guess what I'm doing now?" I asked.
"Nope, I can't, my brain is too tired, Dom kept my up last night."
"Oooooh, have plenty of sex for me too." I laughed out at my comment. The lady at the register looking at me, I gave her sheepish grin.
"I will," she said.
"I'm going to lunch with Dwight."
"Really now? What's going on between the both of you?" She asked.
My phone dings. I look at the screen.
Dwight: Hey Lia, I'm here.
Me: Ok, I'm coming.
"Pumpkin, I gotta go, he's here and we are friends. I'll call you later, after I call Matthew."
Walking out of the store, I see Dwight looking all cute in his uniform. I walked towards him and he smiled at me, my heart did a little somersault in my chest.
He hugged me, I hugged him back tighter, God he smelled good, I did something I shouldn't have done, I took a quick sniff. I'm such a creep.
"Hey." He said with his husky voice. Which sent tingles down my back.
"Hi, let's go eat." I squeaked out.
We stepped inside Marc's where we ordered lunch and I told him about my day and my arguments with Matthew.
"Look at me Amelia, a man who loves and respects you, will not disrespect you the way he did. He told u to go fuck yourself. I would never tell you that, it doesn't matter how angry I get at you. Sit down with him and see if you both can discuss things and see where it goes from there. Your mental health is just important as your physical and emotional health. Ok?"
"Ok. Thank you Dwight, you always know what to say."
"You are important me Amelia."
"I am?"
"Of course. I thought u knew that." He grabbed my hands and squeezed them.
"Let's go, you have to get back to work." He said.
When we got outside and he hugged me and kissed my cheek. We made plans to visit his mom over the weekend and he promised he would call later.
I went back to work and nothing could spoil my mood. I left work at exactly 4:30 pm, I felt tired and I had a kink in my neck.
When I got home and I went straight to the bathroom, took a shower and when I got out, I heated my left over shrimp pasta, from earlier.
Sat down in the couch and called Matthew, told him to come over because we needed to talk.
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