Obsession
4
I awoke at 9:32
“Shit”
I yanked the blanket over me and jumped out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. I was late for work. I quickly brushed my teeth and splashed some freezing cold water over my face in attempt to waken me up. I dried my face with a damp towel that was hanging on the back of the door and sped back to my room. I pulled out my white blouse and black short pencil shirt from my wardrobe and whipped them on. I tugged my long blonde hair into a messy bun and rapidly blushed some mascara on my lashes and darted out of the door to the bus stop while grabbing my hand bag and phone on the way out. I waited for 15 minutes over the due time for my bus before I made the choice to run to work.
-
“Why the hell are you late?!”
George screamed at me from behind the counter.
“I slept late” I panted my coat on the hanger and pulling my apron around my waist.
“No Tara. This is the third time you’ve done this to me. We are overrun today and you decided to be late”
I looked through the hole in the wall to find 6 people sat at different tables all staring in this direction.
“I would actually call this overrun” I let out a little laugh.
“You think it’s funny?” he pointed his spatula at me.
“No, I just think your overreacting”
“Overreacting?! Let’s see if this is over reacting. YOU’RE FIRED!” Spit flew out of his mouth and landed on
the bacon sandwiches that were lined up in front of me.
“What? No! You can’t!
“Watch me” his eyes widened in anger.
I snatched my coat and handbag from the hook and stormed to the front door.
“Hey George!”
He looked at me through the hole.
“Suck on this!”
I flipped him my middle finger before opening and slamming the door behind me.
-
“Well you shouldn’t have been late then, should you?”
Alex scolded me for losing my job while I sat with my legs crossed on her sofa with a cup of tea warming my frost bitten hands.
“How am I going to pay rent, Al?” I stared at the steamy cuppa.
She sighed and flopped to the beanbag that was placed in front of the TV.
I would’ve lend you money but to be honest, I can’t afford it” she looked genuinely sad for me. My head slowly nodded, looking back down and concentrating on the swirls that were appearing as I blew into the cup.
“I’m screwed”
I placed the mug on the coffee table in front of me.
“Hmmm” she carried on inspecting her nails in front of her face.
“You’re not meant to agree” I slightly laughed.
“Why don’t you get Harry to help you out?”
“What? No!”
“Why not?”
“Maybe it’s the reason that we’re not together anymore and he hates me” I sunk. “And I never did like
accepting charity from him even when we were together”
“Well, I could sort of see that” She rolled her eyes. “And he doesn’t hate you! He wouldn’t want you to suffer”
“Yeah right! You didn’t see him when we broke up”
“You’re just overreacting. Ring him”
She stretched her arm out with her phone in her hands. I slapped it away making it drop on the floor.
“Tara!” She picked it back up and chucked it on my lap.
“I’m not calling him” I threw it back on her lap.
“Well, what else are you going to do about it?”
I shrugged my shoulders warping my hands around the perfect temperatured tea and sipping it.
“Shit”
I yanked the blanket over me and jumped out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. I was late for work. I quickly brushed my teeth and splashed some freezing cold water over my face in attempt to waken me up. I dried my face with a damp towel that was hanging on the back of the door and sped back to my room. I pulled out my white blouse and black short pencil shirt from my wardrobe and whipped them on. I tugged my long blonde hair into a messy bun and rapidly blushed some mascara on my lashes and darted out of the door to the bus stop while grabbing my hand bag and phone on the way out. I waited for 15 minutes over the due time for my bus before I made the choice to run to work.
-
“Why the hell are you late?!”
George screamed at me from behind the counter.
“I slept late” I panted my coat on the hanger and pulling my apron around my waist.
“No Tara. This is the third time you’ve done this to me. We are overrun today and you decided to be late”
I looked through the hole in the wall to find 6 people sat at different tables all staring in this direction.
“I would actually call this overrun” I let out a little laugh.
“You think it’s funny?” he pointed his spatula at me.
“No, I just think your overreacting”
“Overreacting?! Let’s see if this is over reacting. YOU’RE FIRED!” Spit flew out of his mouth and landed on
the bacon sandwiches that were lined up in front of me.
“What? No! You can’t!
“Watch me” his eyes widened in anger.
I snatched my coat and handbag from the hook and stormed to the front door.
“Hey George!”
He looked at me through the hole.
“Suck on this!”
I flipped him my middle finger before opening and slamming the door behind me.
-
“Well you shouldn’t have been late then, should you?”
Alex scolded me for losing my job while I sat with my legs crossed on her sofa with a cup of tea warming my frost bitten hands.
“How am I going to pay rent, Al?” I stared at the steamy cuppa.
She sighed and flopped to the beanbag that was placed in front of the TV.
I would’ve lend you money but to be honest, I can’t afford it” she looked genuinely sad for me. My head slowly nodded, looking back down and concentrating on the swirls that were appearing as I blew into the cup.
“I’m screwed”
I placed the mug on the coffee table in front of me.
“Hmmm” she carried on inspecting her nails in front of her face.
“You’re not meant to agree” I slightly laughed.
“Why don’t you get Harry to help you out?”
“What? No!”
“Why not?”
“Maybe it’s the reason that we’re not together anymore and he hates me” I sunk. “And I never did like
accepting charity from him even when we were together”
“Well, I could sort of see that” She rolled her eyes. “And he doesn’t hate you! He wouldn’t want you to suffer”
“Yeah right! You didn’t see him when we broke up”
“You’re just overreacting. Ring him”
She stretched her arm out with her phone in her hands. I slapped it away making it drop on the floor.
“Tara!” She picked it back up and chucked it on my lap.
“I’m not calling him” I threw it back on her lap.
“Well, what else are you going to do about it?”
I shrugged my shoulders warping my hands around the perfect temperatured tea and sipping it.
Notes
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7/5/13