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

tugging at the corners of his lips. “Having a

I hiss, leaning on the counter, still not turning

him.

says, coming closer now. “I’m allowed to

concerned, aren’t I?”

it seems

can feel my resolve beginning to crumble. “Boy, that sure was

maybe it really should’ve been you dropping out,

have

clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms

pain anchors me, if only a little. I can’t give him

him see me

he continues, relentless as ever, his words dripping

fitting, isn’t it? You never belonged here.

a—”

my eyes ablaze,

spits out next is vile, demeaning,

stupid little slut who belongs in the

culinary world,” he hisses.

as though something shatters inside of me. My resolve

the distance between us, my

the force of

And an even worse excuse for a human

infuriating, cocky

“Struck a

in my arm tense. Before I can

hand poised to slap him

a rat, a cockroach, a stain on this entire

and Karl, but he

to spit slurs in my

glances at

in his gaze,

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