My Way Out

Chapter 2—The Application

Deborah's POV

The eviction notice sat like a ticking bomb on the kitchen counter, waiting to go off within 14 days. I stared at it for the third time hoping that the letters will somehow do some reshuffling something less catastrophic but it screamed the same message at me:

VACATE IN FOURTEEN DAYS

I sulked in disappointment as I placed the paper back on the counter. I walked towards my buzzing phone which displayed the name Ellie.

I let out a small smile. "Hi Ellie."

"What up girl? You sound like Christmas has been cancelled."

"Well it may aswell be cancelled." I sighed sitting back down on my sofa. "I am bring evicted in fourteen days."

"Oh Deb, I am so sorry." Ellie's voice softened with tenderness, "this isn't fair, you have been working so hard."

"Yeah apparently, fairness doesn't pay rent at all." I muttered, "besides I knew this was coming."

"Ok Deb, I am coming over right now." Her voice beaming with delight all of the sudden.

"No you really don't have-"

She hung up the phone.

"to..."

I sat there in misery trying to weigh my options if I had any.

20 minutes later Ellie arrived, she bought a scent of vanilla lotion with her and a glimmer of hope. Exactly what I needed. She wore blue jeans with a white tank top which has done justice to her curvy nature. Her green orbs were full of joy as she we both talked about anything and nothing at the same time. She came with a chaotic energy that was contagious as I nearly felt my burdens lifted. Nearly.

"Ok let's talk about solutions," she says placing her glass wine on the table then slapping her hands on her laps.

"Look Ellie, unless you are marrying some kind of billionaire and taking me along with you, I don't have any options," I joked.

She smirked. "Billionaire yes but I am not going you are." My eyes widened and my brows lifted in response telling her to tell me more. "There's a job opening at a very big private company. They are hiring a secretary."

"A secretary job?" I questioned.

"Yes and you will be perfect for it." She leaned in and put her hands in mine. "Your organized, smart, clever and know how to read people and rooms. To be honest it will be their loss if they don't hire you, but only if you apply."

"Don't stop there with the compliments," I chuckled." But I don't know Ellie."

"You will be perfect, besides your degree in accounting should give you that extra edge."

I flinched at the glimmer of hope that suddenly appeared out of nothing. "What's the name of the company?"

"Say yes and I will text you the details," she demanded taking a sip from her wine.

"Yes."

"Good Deb, I will text you the details and please and please and please try your best." She leaned in and hugged me as I nodded.

"Oh and by the way get some rest you will need to look your best if you have a chance."

That wasn't an insult, it was a fact. In reality I am prettier than her she knows this, but the lack of sleep... It has been too much for me to bear

"I will." I leaned in and hugged her as she left me alone to this silence that came from the notice.

I looked out of the window enjoying the view of the bright lights and skyscrapers all around. This sudden solution gave me reassurance that this wasn't the end. It never will be.

I sunk in my cushion and finally the sleepless nights caught up to me. I clenched my hands around the phone as I received the message from Ellie.

Ellie: Blackridge Logistics company. 8am. Pls do ur best and gud luck

I smiled as my eyes slowly closed and my mind slowly drifted.

The ride had been long and quite. The woman hasn't spoken much since she pulled me from that blood house. I liked the quite. It wasn't ideal for me to replay the events over and over again in my head but it was something my brain did. I had no control over it.

"We're here." She pulls up to a road of asphalt and on top of the hill sat a very big mainson.

She walked round and opened the passenger door for me, I flinched instinctively as she took out her hand. "We are here to help you, and protect you."

i slowly grabbed her hand and we both made our way to the mainson. It was surrounded by tall uorn gates and a beautiful garden was at the front of the house. They grew lillies, roses and poppies.

we entered the mansion and an eerie silence had engulfed us. This wasn't as warm as home but it wasn't as cold as danger. It was some how in between. We walked through the grand hallway with chandelier lights hanging from above glittering in orange or gold or yellow. I couldn't tell.

When we reached the end of the hallway she knocked once on the door, "come in." A deep, gentle voice spoke out. We both entered simultaneously and I saw a man sitting on a leather chair with a book on his lap. He tried to give out a warm smile, but it didn't work. I instinctively clenched the hem of the woman's jacket.

"Deborah, there's someone I would like you to meet." She stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders. "Lucas."

The boy maybe my age or older, but it didn't matter, I was drawn into his brown eyes.

For the first time I smiled.

The alarm has gone off for probably the 100th time as I looked at it.

I screamed and jumped out of my bed.

It's already 7:30.

I took my towel, and in next to no time I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and bathing at the same time.

I had to make it.

I had no other choice.

This was my only ticket out.

I rushed out of the bathroom, wiping myself down as I twisted my hair to squeeze the water out.

I dared myself to look at the time.

7:45

How on earth has a whole 15 minutes gone by already?

I thought I only took 5 minutes.

I put on a black skirt that and wore a white blouse tucked in.

I look like a tramp I thought.

I couldn't believe that I didn't prepare adequately the day before.

Having no time for makeup, I ran out of my apartment, tying my hair back into a ponytail in the process of locking the door.

I couldn't believe that I was running late to an interview that could possibly mark a turning point in my life.

I took out my phone.

7:55

As I made my way to the entrance, there was a sea of women prettier, then me, more presentable than me. I didn't see this job. Their dresses were ironed, their resume was crisp and make up blooming.

I was tired, I was exhausted and I was not ready.

I looked up at the glass tower that stood before me and swallowed hard.

"Good luck, Deborah," I muttered as I entered