Abby
My body feels as though it doesn’t belong to me as I stalk to the breakroom. I
feel like a puppet on strings that have been cut, like my limbs are made of lead
and my body might give out from beneath me at any moment.
When I’m alone in the breakroom once again, though, I can’t contain my fury
any longer.
“Dammit!” The word explodes out of my mouth, and without thinking, I whirl
around and let my shoe connect with the wall. There’s a faint but satisfying
crack, and when I pull away, there’s a slight dent where I unleashed my rage.
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It’s almost laughable, seeing how small the dent is. It’s like my own body won’t
even do what I want, let alone the ingredients on that stage out there.
My mind is whirling with so many thoughts that I barely even register the door
creaking open. But then that venomous voice, that voice that I’ll hear in my
nightmares for years to come, slices through the air like an arrow whizzing past
my ear.
“Oh, Abby,” Daniel says, the sneer audible in his voice without me even having
to look at him. I can picture him without even turning around, that horrendous
at the corners of his lips. “Having a
start, Daniel,” I hiss, leaning on the counter, still not
him.
he says, coming closer now. “I’m allowed to
concerned, aren’t I?”
to respond, but it seems as though that doesn’t satisfy Daniel.
beginning to crumble. “Boy, that sure was
there. You know, maybe it really should’ve been you dropping out,
have saved
clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms despite the
anchors me, if only a little. I
letting him see
continues, relentless as ever, his words dripping with
it? You
a—”
my eyes ablaze, my heart
next is vile, demeaning,
but a stupid little slut who belongs in the bedroom, not
culinary world,” he hisses.
shatters inside of me. My resolve has
I close the distance between us, my eyes shooting daggers at
trembling with the force of my
chef. And an even worse
widens, that infuriating, cocky smirk of a
“Struck a nerve, have
I can stop myself, I’m stepping
raised, my hand poised to slap him across the
a rat, a cockroach, a stain on
but he laughed
the nerve to spit slurs in my face like it’s
He quickly glances
see it—the flicker of doubt in his gaze,
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