17: Come On, I'm Taking You Home
' Come On, I'm Taking You Home '
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I HURRIED INTO Mr. Ross' office with a folder he asked me to retrieve from Stacy who as usual put on a malicious attitude towards me. I couldn't help but wonder why she hated me. I had not done anything to deserve her hatred, but she did hate me anyway.
If Stacy's hatred stopped at the silent treatment she doled out to me, I would have been more than happy. She usually pulled crazy pranks on me. Like one time when she made me trip over leg while I was about entering Philip's office. Before I could complain, she hurried away and I was left with Philip who treated me like I had lost it.
Mr. Ross was dressed casually today, not in suit and tie, just a trouser, a navy blue button down shirt and a pair of matching shoes.
"Here is the- " Before I could complete my statement, the folder was yanked out of my hand.
He flipped wildly through the pages of whatever it was in the folder. He looked at me angrily and I stumbled backwards.
He rose from his swivel chair and flung the folder at me. I dodged it and it fell to the floor.
"I didn't ask you for this, I asked for the folder containing the names of our contractors, was that too difficult to understand?" he yelled.
"I'm sorry sir, I... I'll..." my lips trembled as I picked up the folder from the floor.
I was scared by the way his veins popped out on his forehead so I scurried out of his office wondering what made him furious. My hands trembled as I gave the folder to Stacy, she looked at me with a raised brow and silently slipped the right folder to me.
After the folder was delivered to Mr Ross, I blindly stumbled out of his office again despite him calling my name repeatedly.
I hurried to a corner in my office and sank to be floor, pulling my knees up to my chest. After taking off my stilettoes, I laid my head on my knees which was still trembling.
I had this reaction whenever someone yells at me, it started a few weeks after dad left. Mom and Tamara did their best to avoid triggering it, but Mr Ross just did. I've been to see different therapists and they said I was fine. Hell sent this idiot to restart everything.
Stupid.
A couple of steps and I was at the water dispenser to drink a cup of water hoping it'd help. The glass cup slipped from my fingers and shattered to pieces on the floor. With tears in my eyes and without reasoning, I bent to pick up the tiny pieces of glass which tore my flesh.
Seeing blood rush out of my hand, I shuddered and I returned to my previous position ignoring my blood trickling down to the floor.
Sobbing violently, I stared out the glass partition that separated me from New York City below me.
The door to my office was opened and I heard footsteps of someone searching for me.
"Florence." Glancing upwards my eyes found Peter wearing a concerned look on his face. He crouched in front of me and surveyed my body.
"What's wrong with- " His voice trailed off when his eyes went to the injury on my hand. Peter gently picked up my hand and I hissed at his light touch.
"How did this happen? " He demanded.
"A cup slipped from my hand."
"Why are you seated here like this, crying? "
I shook my head, signifying that I didn't want to answer his question.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up slowly to a chair. He left me there and fumbled through one of the cabinets where he pulled out a first aid kit which I never knew existed.
He got on one of his knees in front of me and took my injured hand in his, examining it briefly.
After tending to my injury, he led me to the sofa that I rarely used. He sat next to me and I buried my face in his chest and began another session of sobbing. He soothed me by gently patting my back.
"I'll be right back, I'll like to have a word with Philip." He rose and left before I could protest, I wondered how he discovered that Mr. Ross was responsible for my present state.
I heard voices rising and falling in Mr. Ross' office. I sighed and shut my eyes.
Shortly, Peter came back in and I opened my eyes as he sat beside me.
"Come on, I'm taking you home."
I groaned as I tried to sit up, pain shot across my head.
"What's wrong? " He helped me on my feet, his hand was on my waist and I had a tingly feeling coursing through my body but I chose to ignore it.
I turned to look into his eyes which like his brother's, held so many unspoken words.
We stared at each other for a while before I looked away.
Gently, I pushed his hand away from my waist and moved to my table where I gathered my belongings in my bag. When I was done, Peter held the door open for me to walk through, and he followed me after shutting the door.
I glanced in the direction of Alice's cubicle, I know she'll be worried about me as she was unaware of my trip to Hawaii with Mr Ross.
I really should stop thinking about this man.
Peter took me home in his car and helped me get into the house while Tamara held the door open. I noticed the way she stared at him so I decided to make a formal introduction even though I was feeling lightheaded.
"Tam, this is Peter, Mr. Ross' brother, Peter meet Tamara, my sister."
While they acknowledged themselves, I sank into the sofa nearest to me and slipped into unconsciousness.
If only I could lay my hands on that man, I'll totally tear him apart. I don't really mean that though.
What do you think about Philip yelling at Florence?
Did she appear so weak?
How do you see Peter confronting his brother on her behalf, was it necessary?
Hey guys, I know this chapter's shorter, the next chapter's gonna be longer, not long enough to bore you though.
I'd be happy if you drop a comment below.
Lots of love and kisses,
Tris.
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