Dismissal hours have already arrived and it was time to go home. As usual, I and Amelia would take a ride home. I opened the door leading to our apartment, mom just finished inner and dad was sitting at the table. " Hey honey, how was work lately?" Dad asked, " It was great hehe, people are very nice there," I said but I would never tell them what really happened because I don't want them to get worried. " Dinner's ready!" Mom said then we prayed then dined. " How was the new prescription the doctor gave you dad?" I asked, " I have been taking them for more than 3 weeks now, but I think that there is only a little progress" he replied.
I have been worried lately because Dad seems to be weaker and weaker by days till he had to be bedridden. There is a possibility for Dad to have an acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia because of his Asthma. This is why I had been in a rush for a 2nd job to ensure Dad's medical bills. " Shaney, are people there in your workplace treating you well?" Mom asked, " Yeah of course" I replied. People sometimes say that I don't look like my parents for my appearance, but I sure know that I am their daughter. Both my mom and dad have brown eyes, but I don't, but Mom and Dad always tell me that I got it from my Grandfather who possessed the most beautiful hazel-brown eyes. They told me a lot of stories about him as he was a great man they say. The three of us finished eating dinner, I did all my chores and was ready to get to bed.
As soon as I got into my room, I threw myself on my bed because of how much trouble happened lately." What has gotten inside that bastard's(Emery) head?" I thought to myself, aren't people with that status like him have more proper and gentlemanly manners? Suddenly, flashbacks of what happened inside the massage room flashed inside my head. The scene when Emery told me that I was not cautious of my surroundings and he might do something to me. "Hey! Stop thinking about that person" I said while I gave myself a facepalm. But I cannot ignore the fact that he was too close to me when he pinned me down and even called me an assassin! What I hated most was when he called me a rabbit, well that was kind of harsh. At least say I look like a cute fluffy bunny, not a rabbit. Before I knew it while I was brainstorming such useless things to myself, I fell asleep like how a tired human being would actually do.
>> IN SHANE'S DREAM<<
Emery sits in a gold Lamborghini with women surrounding him.
"Oh, Mr. Robertsons," says Woman 1#
" You could always take a check at me, Sir," says Woman 2#
" I have been very lonely when you were gone" followed Woman 3#
I looked at the area from up to down, left to right. I looked at the women dragging themselves on Emery, " This place looks like an auction for prostitutes" I thought to myself. Then Emery saw me, I couldn't move, a sudden force dragged me closer to Emery's face. " Yummy should savor for later," he said, then he stuck out his tongue which was very long that looked like a demon's. His tongue wrapped me as if he was going to hold me and-, " Ahhck" I yelled, he opened his mouth which had super razor-sharp teeth. He is not holding me, he is about to swallow me. " My head was about to be inside his mouth then-
>> REAL LIFE<<
* Alarm sound begins to play*
" Thank goodness, that was all just a dream. I would have been in a coma if I had not to wake up (TRULY A BLUFF)" I said to myself. I could not thank this annoying alarm ringtone that just woke me up that I used to hate because it reminds me that I have to wake up and live life in this world. I jumped out of bed and smiled at my calendar, on Saturday, that bozo will be gone. I encircled the day Emery was going to leave the hotel with a red marker with flowers all around to as a future celebration for Emery's absence. I went to work with Amelia, as usual, I asked for the hotel map so I won't be lost, again. Since there is still no guests arriving and Emery still hasn't called for me I could-
*Ring*, " Shane, there is in need of room service for room 332," Amelia said. From now on the number 332 will be my unlucky number and I will start to not reassure myself too quickly about the future. I hurriedly went inside the elevator, * bumps into someone*. Ouch, that hurt, I look at the person I bumped into and it was a man with brown hair and yellow eyes. " I'm so sorry Sir I didn't mean to," I said, " No, it was my fault for not noticing, by the way, I'm Mason Mitchell, I work here as an assistant chef," he said. " I-I'm Shane Faye, this is my first week of work here" I replied, " Well be careful next time" and gave a warm smile. I finally reached room 332 and entered it, " Took you long enough" Emery said.
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