What, a vacation?
954 Words
It was the next day, and I was determined I was going to quit and go on a long needed vacation. I have to go somewhere. I can clear my head of all the things that have happened and try to be myself again. Maybe I've changed, maybe I haven't. There is one way I can find out who I really am now. Now that my mind is made up, I head to work to tell my sleazeball boss I quit. I get to the office and head up to the floor that I work on and head straight for my boss's office. I knock on the door, and he says to enter. When I get inside, he smiles this wicked smile.I look at him, and before I lose my nerve, tell him, "I quit!" He narrows his eyes and glowers at me and says," You can't quit. If you read your contract fully, you are indebted to me for 3 years. You are mine until the 6 months are done.
I just stand there and look at him like he is crazy. I'll check that information when I get home and look at my contract. I smile and say," Of course, how did I forget that. Well, I would like to take a vacation. I need to sort some things out, and I need about 2 weeks to do it in." He looks angry but agrees to it, but before I leave, he says to me," We'll just add that to the end of the contract." I grind my teeth and tell him ok, what else am I going to say. He practically owns me until that 6 months is up. I ask if I can leave, and he nods his head, so I leave as fast as I can. I don't know what I'm going to do. I need to add this to the list of things I need to sort out.
It's the end of the day, and I grab my coat to leave. As I get to the door, my boss comes out of his office and tells me," I'll see you when you get back from your vacation. I hope you have a great time. When you get back, there will be plenty to do." I tell him goodbye and leave as quick as I can. I get outside, stop, and take a deep breath. I calm myself down and start to walk home. It is actually nice outside, so a short walk home will be good for me. As I'm walking, I keep thinking of all the stuff I need to figure out. I am really trying to stop all the noise in my head. I know where I can go. It is a quiet little cabin in the mountains. I had gone there before, it's in Minnesota. It is owned by an older couple who rent it out. I can call Ms. Dawson and get everything situated.
I grab my phone and dial the number to Ms. Dawson and talk to her for a good 20 minutes. I let her know that I wanted to rent the cabin for a little while. She told me for as long as I wanted. I decided that since I was already going to quit, I might as well stay for a month. So I make the arrangements and hang up the phone. I go to my room, grab my suitcase, and start to fill it with things that I'll need. I can buy whatever I don't pack. I am thinking of this being my chance to get information on the father of my baby. I think he deserves to know he is going to be a father. I am hungry, so I stop packing and go in search of food. I make it to my fridge and realize I haven't got anything to eat. So I decided to indulge myself and order something out. I call the little restaurant down the street and order my favorite dish, chicken parmesean. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
It is 25 minutes later, and my doorbell rings. I check to see who it is. It's the delivery guy with my food. I open the door and stop in my tracks when I look behind him and see my boss. I grab the food and give the guy his money and try to close my door before my boss gets to me. As I go to shut it, he puts his foot in the way and tells me ,"Don't try it." I'm just dumbfounded as to why he is here. He pushes his way in and locks the door. I walk away to put my food down. I turn around, and he is looking everywhere with his eyes. He saw my suitcase and asked when I was planning on leaving? He wanted to know where I was going. He asked me how long I was going to be gone. Finally, he asked if I would give him the contact number for where I'll be staying. I just looked at him and said," You need to leave. Where I go and what I do and how long I do it doesn't concern you." He smiles darkly and says," If you want to go on the trip, you will tell me."
I really have no choice. I give him the information and think to myself that this is bad. He doesn't know I'm pregnant, and I'm starting to hope he never does. He has gotten real possessive over me, and I'm just his secretary. I should have realized the signs. I'm glad I'm leaving. I hope I don't have to see him ever again.
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