6: You are wet

Sunday passed and it was time for work.

Monday seemed to be going well, Vibes with Nnena from the elevator and realizes that she was from Nigeria. How great.

I wanted to ask her about how she had gone to school and if she had owned wide animals or wide birds.

At my office, I sat as usual, watching random shows on my laptop. My Netflix wasn't working because I refused to pay for it so I used the company's wifi to down and watch the movies.

I casually picked up my phone and went to social media to see my father's wedding update.

"She is beautiful," I said to myself.

I smiled as sad tears flowed down my eyes. Although I was happy for them they could have included me, and they should have added something of me but they didn't. I was just a mature woman that hasn't made it in life.

I scrolled to my father's contact and thought of calling him but I stopped. What if he doesn't want to hear my voice? What if he didn't want to know anything about how I was doing at work and how I wanted to congratulate him on his wedding?

The music tone from the laptop distracted me for a moment and I realized that I had missed the whole and it had ended. I looked back at my phone to call my dad but after the first ring, I ended it.

"I can do this," I told myself.

I concluded and began to type the most heartfelt message ever. I told him about how I forgave him for not liking me, how I was grateful he didn't send me to a foster home, and how he had sent me to collect.

I told him about how Mr Aldo had been a nice man, paid for my rent, and helped me with some money. I told my day about how I met my ex and he wants me back but I was scared that he would hurt me.

I went ahead to congratulate him on his wedding and added that he should have thought of adding me but it was still okay if he didn't.

My eyes were hurting and I couldn't contain the tears again. I cried more than the day my father first told me that he didn't like me.

I was just a lonely fellow, with no love, and not even a suitable relationship.

What about Derrick?

If I agree to date him back he won't want to hurt me right?

I shouldn't even think about Aldo.

We had s*x once. One as a one-night stand from a bar and the other when he came to my house wasn't a thing. I was the only one that felt that orgasm. He can't be using me, right?!

I was sure that he didn't even recognize my face after we had s*x and he only came to my house so I could pay him back for what he had done. Yes, he had done a lot.

Gave 400 Euro, fed me, paid for my rent, water, phone, wifi, light, my ticket, damnnnnn! Would I ever be able to pay back?

My life had never been this complicated and I have no one but myself to blame. I should have worked hard like my mates, I should have done more than let Derrick control me in college.

s**t!

I got up and walked to take water from the dispenser but it was empty. I sighed in frustration as I went back to my seat to grab my phone and went out of the office.

Everywhere seems a bit different because I haven't been out by this time before. I would stay in till it was my closing time, and they were all too busy to Leave. This one, they looked like they had something sinister to make.

Mostly dressed in a back suit or just black, had that grave expression on their faces and ignored me when I walked by. I got to a table, stood for a few seconds, and smiled at him.

"Hi, my name is Amanda and ..."

"Go straight, down the hall by your left" he rudely replied without looking up at me.

I because paranoid. Like something was watching us and when I looked up, I saw the camera facing us.

Was he afraid of being watched? Does his seconds count or ...

"You empty cup" he looked at me this time.

His scary blue eyes made me jump back a bit. His tiny lips and pointy nose, blonde long hair, and flat expression made me feel like he was under something.

My eyes roamed and I noticed his name on the table. His eyes were once again focused on the computer in front of him.

"Thanks, Frank," I said as I walked away.

It was when I had gone halfway that I realized that Frank was one of the men I met in the elevator some days past. Oh! Was that why he was so reserved?

I got to the dispenser, filled my cup, drank, and filled it again. I was going to take that own back to my office when I felt someone grab my ass.

"What are you doing here, Ama," he said.

Hearing his pet name for me, I didn't need to turn back to know that it was Derrick. I moved away from him, trying as much as possible to avoid his touch as he tried to touch me again.

"You should be in your office" Derrick smiled at me.

I didn't say anything, I attempted to walk but he got to my front and got uncomfortably close to me. His body pressed the water to my body. Surprisingly, he wasn't wet, but I was.

"You are wet" Derrick whispered.

I gulped.

He placed his hand on my upper arm and slowly caressed my arm to the wrist. He moved to my stomach, slowly as he got to my waist and leaned closer to me.

"You are wet"

"f**k you!" I said in a shaking voice.

I saw anger flash through his dark eyes as I got a flashback of what he used to do to me before. He would yank me, yell at me, and hit the wall, but would never hit me.

"Please leave me alone, Derrick, I don't know what you want," I said looking down at my soaked dress.