TWENTY FIVE: R.E.S.P.E.C.T. [FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS]“Don’t throw it in the trunk! It’s delicate!” Yes. I was fired. It took me two hours of ear piercing screams aimed toward my opinion-less adolescent brother, before I could whittle it down to those three words. “Prescott, great piece” he began when I walked in. I knitted my eyebrows; Danner seldom commended on our articles, nevertheless, mine. “Yeah… and?” I gritted. I was prepared for this I guess, but I wanted it straight from his grease lubricated, ‘smooch talking’ mouth. He just snickered, then chortled, this, higher-than-thou ‘Cruella DeVil’ laughter. “I got a very interesting phone call from The Firm this morning…” “Get to the point, Danner” I crossed my arms over my chest as he walked over. I could feel the danger lurking in the air. “Sassy. I like it” As though he was some sort of dog sniffing for clues, he hovered over me as his beady black eyes traced over my figure greedily. “Get away from me, jerk” I pushed him back, but he bounced back like a jack in the box. “What?” he sounded as a leer hooked on his grubby little face. “I just want to-“ he leaned forward and inhaled; his nicotine doused breath lingered around me like a dirty sock, even after he pulled away. “I just want to know what a cheap whore smells like” Disgust doesn’t even begin to describe what was at the pit of my stomach. I felt sick; an unyielding form of sickness, that couldn’t be eradicated by carefully procured herbal remedies or expensive medicines. I didn’t want anything more than to pull his black hole of a heart out of his pudgy body and bulldoze it repetitively until there was nothing left. Nothing could compare to the contempt I had for this man, as he laughed, his squinty eyes reveling in my pain. “Get away from me” I managed to stammer, pushing him back with all the strength I had in my arms. “What’cha getting’ rough for? Is that what set lover boy off?” he jeered, triumph conquering his black, soulless eyes. Alright, he asked for it. “You louse, I’ve had it up to here with your chauvinistic ways“ He looked up, flecks of red flickering in those black pools. It only added even more ammunition to my campaign “I’ve done the damn report, I think I’m subject to a little respect” “Respect? Respect?!” he laughed. I didn’t like that laugh- it was even more sinister than usual, if that was possible. “No, no Prescott, you don’t know the first thing about respect” He edged closer, one sticky finger tracing the outline of my shoulder. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t have breached work ethic and slept with the damn subject!” The consequence of my thoughtless action caught like fire to Moses’ burning bush. I had only thought of how he made me hate myself, how I let my guard down- the fact I could lose my job because of a one night stand never crossed my mind. “Well, well, look who finally shut up” Danner jeered once again. “Forget it, Prescott” he laughed “You’re finished” I was prepared to be laid-off for writing the damn article- I took that risk when I told the department to run it. But I wasn’t prepared for being laid off for doing something that meant nothing. “Louse” was the only thing that escaped my lips before I stormed out, with his words echoing behind me “Welcome to the real world, baby. You give a little, you lose a little- that’s what this world is all about!” Real world of jackasses for sure! So I grabbed my things off my desk and left. What? What’d you expect me to do? The last thing I need, is to deal with a friggin’ harassment court case, which puts me in a position where I have to see that louse again. I’m not stupid. So instead of resorting to violence? I’m taking off, preferably a place void of the MALE species. But it figures though- the clueless driver trying to stuff my two bloated suitcases into the tiny taxi trunk is; well, of the inferior sex. Is there no escaping them? |
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