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Author: Salice Rodgers
yesterday and I took it out on you it was unfair.”
“It... It's. Fine.”
The look in his eyes tells me he knows just the effect he has on me, and he is enjoying it. I try to remove my wrist and he only grips it tighter. His eyes connected with mine.
“Forgive me?”
My breathing stops. I have heard that somewhere. It means something. The room begins to get fuzzy and I can feel the floor coming closer.
“JOS!” is the last thing I hear before the room is black.
****
When I wake up I am on a couch. I moan and roll my head around. Nothing hurts nothing is broken. But I am not sure where I am or how I got here.
“Hey, Joslynn, you okay?”
I moan again and roll my head to locate where the noise is coming from. Tank and Frank are both standing in front of me, hands on their hips.
“What happened?”
“You passed out. The guy with all the gunk on his arms caught you and brought you in here,” Frank says.
“Marshall.”
They both look at me confused.
“The man with the gunk on his arms… his name is Marshall,” I say and roll my eyes.
“Well, he caught you when you were falling and brought you here and left,” Frank adds.
“What do you mean left?
“As in he left, Joslynn. How much more detail do you need?” Tank says.
I lay in silence for a while. Why would I pass out for no reason? I don't have any health issues so there is no reason why I should have passed out. I think about the words that Marshall said. They seemed so familiar like I have heard them before. But where? Frank and Tank start in with a million questions asking me what he said or did he hit me when they weren’t looking.
I slowly sit up on the couch and Frank hands me a glass of water. Neither of them seems to be leaving the room anytime soon, so I ask the one question I want answered and hope that one of them can tell me something.
“What is the issue with Marshall? I have worked here a while and neither of you have acted this way towards me or from the effect of a customer.”
They look at one another, neither saying a word. The quietness makes my blood boil. What do they know about me and my life that I don't?
“One of you needs to tell me something.”
Frank shakes his head, looks away to Tank and then back to me.
“Why don't you take off tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Joslynn...”
“I fucking said no! Neither of you want to tell me shit! I AM COMING TO WORK TOMORROW!”
Tank shrugs and walks out of the room.
“Fine but at least take the rest of the day off.”
“Fine.”
“You can lay in here until you feel up to driving, and then go home.”
“Yeah.”
I lay my head back and close my eyes. My normal and boring life feels like something out of a movie. A sexy tattooed, wet dream creating man comes in and all of the sudden more has happened to me in two days than it has in three years. He feels so familiar to me as do the words he says.
Chapter Six
I finally feel like I'll be okay driving home so I stand and walk out. Gathering my things I tell the guys bye and head to my car. As promised, there is a police officer sitting in his car in the parking lot. This is going to get old and fast. I have never had anyone be protective of me except Taylor, and even she is not as bad as they are.
When I turn back and look at the door, Frank is standing with the door open watching me. I turn back around and roll my eyes. I feel like I am a child as I walk to my car and get in. I can't say it doesn't, at least, have a small effect on me because once I am buckled I lock the doors to my car. Maybe I should have checked the back seat.
I call Taylor and check on her and let her know I won't be coming in tonight to see her. I tell her I had to work late so she won't worry. If I tell her what is going on she will never go to the rehab, and they have her set to
“It... It's. Fine.”
The look in his eyes tells me he knows just the effect he has on me, and he is enjoying it. I try to remove my wrist and he only grips it tighter. His eyes connected with mine.
“Forgive me?”
My breathing stops. I have heard that somewhere. It means something. The room begins to get fuzzy and I can feel the floor coming closer.
“JOS!” is the last thing I hear before the room is black.
****
When I wake up I am on a couch. I moan and roll my head around. Nothing hurts nothing is broken. But I am not sure where I am or how I got here.
“Hey, Joslynn, you okay?”
I moan again and roll my head to locate where the noise is coming from. Tank and Frank are both standing in front of me, hands on their hips.
“What happened?”
“You passed out. The guy with all the gunk on his arms caught you and brought you in here,” Frank says.
“Marshall.”
They both look at me confused.
“The man with the gunk on his arms… his name is Marshall,” I say and roll my eyes.
“Well, he caught you when you were falling and brought you here and left,” Frank adds.
“What do you mean left?
“As in he left, Joslynn. How much more detail do you need?” Tank says.
I lay in silence for a while. Why would I pass out for no reason? I don't have any health issues so there is no reason why I should have passed out. I think about the words that Marshall said. They seemed so familiar like I have heard them before. But where? Frank and Tank start in with a million questions asking me what he said or did he hit me when they weren’t looking.
I slowly sit up on the couch and Frank hands me a glass of water. Neither of them seems to be leaving the room anytime soon, so I ask the one question I want answered and hope that one of them can tell me something.
“What is the issue with Marshall? I have worked here a while and neither of you have acted this way towards me or from the effect of a customer.”
They look at one another, neither saying a word. The quietness makes my blood boil. What do they know about me and my life that I don't?
“One of you needs to tell me something.”
Frank shakes his head, looks away to Tank and then back to me.
“Why don't you take off tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Joslynn...”
“I fucking said no! Neither of you want to tell me shit! I AM COMING TO WORK TOMORROW!”
Tank shrugs and walks out of the room.
“Fine but at least take the rest of the day off.”
“Fine.”
“You can lay in here until you feel up to driving, and then go home.”
“Yeah.”
I lay my head back and close my eyes. My normal and boring life feels like something out of a movie. A sexy tattooed, wet dream creating man comes in and all of the sudden more has happened to me in two days than it has in three years. He feels so familiar to me as do the words he says.
Chapter Six
I finally feel like I'll be okay driving home so I stand and walk out. Gathering my things I tell the guys bye and head to my car. As promised, there is a police officer sitting in his car in the parking lot. This is going to get old and fast. I have never had anyone be protective of me except Taylor, and even she is not as bad as they are.
When I turn back and look at the door, Frank is standing with the door open watching me. I turn back around and roll my eyes. I feel like I am a child as I walk to my car and get in. I can't say it doesn't, at least, have a small effect on me because once I am buckled I lock the doors to my car. Maybe I should have checked the back seat.
I call Taylor and check on her and let her know I won't be coming in tonight to see her. I tell her I had to work late so she won't worry. If I tell her what is going on she will never go to the rehab, and they have her set to
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