" Jonathan? Jonathan ? Jonathan Parker!"
He's boss hit his desk hard with his fist , bringing him out of his haze.
He flinched and noticed that everyone around was staring at him , others whispering to each other, " Jonathan , what's going on? I had asked you to prepare a proposal of our union request, now tell me what the hell is this ? " he threw the document on his desk .
Jonathan's eyes reflected confusion as he went through the papers, even he couldn't understand what was typed in the pieces of paper.
" Mr Johnson I,"
" No Jonathan, I don't want any more excuses. This has been going on for the past two months.You promised you would improve but you're getting worse, I think you need to take a break."
" Mr Johnson I..."
" No Jonathan it's either that or you leave the job and we both know that's not we want."
Jonathan paused for a moment taking in what had just transpeared, though he had to admit it,Mr Johnson was right anyway.
He was one of the top outstanding employees, he won employment of the year for 5 years straight and was one of those who preferred being huddled up with piles of work than going out for parties . A practicle nerd.
But after the death of his young brother, the only thing he had left after their parents kicked the bucket, he was devastated and kinda lost his sanity. He was traumatized,worse than when his classmate tried to break his ass virginity in college.
Jonathan packed all his belongings and took one more look at his office and his co-workers faces that showed nothing but pity and empathy for him. With one last glance he walked out of the building heading towards his car. The car his brother, James, personally helped him pick.
He sat behind the stirring wheel closing his eyes , trying to calm himself down and some how convince himself that the opportunity to rest was something....positive regarding he hardly got enough rest, nightmares always found a way to keep his ass up all night.
Upon arriving home , he turned down the volume on the radio, squinting his eyes to see if what he saw was real.
His front door was wide open and he could have sworn he left it locked ,plus he had high top security powered by artificial intelligence.
Fiddling in the little drawer under his dashboard, he pulled out a riffle. He did think thought to himself that maybe he just forgot to lock it, but never in his life would he forget something like that and his alarm would have alerted him.
He slowly walked towards the door, scanning his premises. There was no sign of robbery or damage, he slowly walked around with his gun on guard.
Just when he thought the cost was clear, he heard a high pitched voice behind him screaming "Bombaclatttt!"
BANG!
Without hesition he fired.
" Oh shit! " he muttered as he had realized who the person was.
" Carlos?Carlos! " he quickly rushed to the side of the body lying down.
" You stupid ass," he punched the 'DEAD' body of Carlos that lay on the ground with his tongue out and a turkey drumstick in his hand.
"I could have injured or killed you."
Carlos just got up and laugh as he continued to munch on his drumstick," Oh please, have you seen your aim ....it's sooo pathetic," he laughed out loud like he cracked a JOTY , joke of the year.
" What are you doing here anyway?"
" What do you mean ?" he furrowed his brows looking confused," You told me I could always crash by during lunch hour."
" I did ? How did you....how did you have access to the door pin?"
" Wowwwww," Carlos mumbled with his mouth full of turkey. Reaching out for his phone he scrolled through their messages and showed him there now one week old chat. Carlos had asked if he could crash in from morning till noon because he was evicted from his apartment and would report for work on a night shift.
Jonathan had agreed and gave him the house pin.
He scratched the back of his neck taking I'm a deep breath, " Wow, I don't even know what to say," he scoffed as he pulled himself a chair and sat .
Carlos walked over and patted his back with greasy sticky hands. " I understand that what you went through was hell but don't let it get to this point man."
Who was he to understand? His brother wasn't brutally murdered , and to make matters worse no one knew what killed him. Or did they?
" Listen , the rest of the crew are planning a reunion....something like a get away vacation, they didn't tell you because the thought you would decline like always.
You could definitely use that as a relaxer...you know to get your mind off...."
" I'm not interested," he interuppted him before he could finish talking.
" C'mon , you always dig your nose in piles of work and never go out, you literally left my birthday party even before it began. As your best friend I care about you and this...this vacation will help you."
Jonathan looked at his best friend,his brown eyes pleading with him. Carlos always had a way to make Jonathan change his mind instantly.
They had been friends for 17 years , the once tall, buff black haired boy that bullied him throughout highschool ended up being a brother from another mother.
" Okay, I'll think about it," he concluded.
He wasn't fond of ' THE CREW ' , it was composed of people he hadn't seen since college graduation and they had a whole lot of history.
" Is Annabelle gonna be there?"