Malicious

Office

"I am not jasmine, I am Aladdin. So far ahead these bums is laggin'." Nicki Minaj

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☞ TO say all I wanted to do was scream in a pillow, was an understatement. I wanted to do more than just do that. For the past week, I've only cried because every single day, this woman I called my boss, would do little things that she knows makes me upset.

One time, she "accidentally" spilled her drink on the counter. She apologized to Catrina, but when she looked at me, I just knew she did it on purpose. She had a look in her eyes when she did.

Then another time, she also had an "accident" of getting angry at the workers and ruined the kitchen. All because the workers didn't give her food in time.

Catrina wasn't there to see it. And by the time she got back, I was done. I wanted to tell her I can't work here anymore, that she made me feel so miserable about myself.

But I truly needed this money. I wanted enough money to live, not just for rent. It was night right now, I got peace at night and got to clean up anything I needed to clean.

Or so I thought. I tend to practically foreshadow. Tonight was not peaceful. I heard groans. Annoyed groans. I did have my headphones in. And I turned my music up to block the noise out.

I was currently listening to Nicki Minaj. Romans Revenge. Sometimes you just gotta listen to her and get your own version of Roman.

I did have my own version of Roman. Only when I had enough, I remember one time I just had enough of my moms s**t. And she slapped me told me I was a disgrace of a child.

She just brought my anger out on a whole other level. I stood up, sighing and walking out of the bathroom. There was this stain I could never get out.

Walking downstairs, I saw that the tv was on. So she was still on the couch huh? I felt like she was just taking her anger out on me, like I was the problem that was affecting her marriage.

She was on the couch because of me. But at the same time, she caused that. She was the one who started bullying me for no reason. As I passed her, I felt her eyes already on me, so I looked at her and she was staring at me.

She didn't say a word, but stare. I didn't make a face at her, I kept my face neutral even though I wanted to make the cringiest face possible.

I say my crush for her has passed, but looking at her, she was just hot. She looked Devine and no one could deny that. But her personality canceled her good looks out.

I made my way into the kitchen, picking up any trash people left behind. One would think that because the cooks are in the kitchen that they would pick up behind themselves. But no.

They knew I had to clean up so they decide to leave just a few dishes in the sink. And truly, I hate touching dirty dishes. Every time I had to do it, I gagged.

Groaning, I started doing these little bit of dishes they left behind. And of course they had to leave the dirtiest ones. How lazy do you have to be to not rinse anything off?

I lip synced to all the songs that played while I washed the dishes and wiped the counters. And soon I was all done so I had to move to the right wing of the manor. But then she decided to join me. By she, I mean Mrs. Leno.

I felt her tap me, which made me turn around. "Yes?" I asked, taking my head phones out and pausing my music. And surprisingly, she didn't look like she was about to curse me out.

"I was wondering if you could clean my office tonight?" She asked. She asked her question in such a polite tone too. She didn't look like she wanted to bully me some more. Which surprised me. It really did.

I didn't know what to say besides nod. So that's what I did. She didn't say anything until we got up there. "Is it okay if I do a bit of work?" She asked me, I nodded again.

When we got inside, she shut the door behind her and sighed. I put my headphones in again, turning my music back on.

I bobbed my head to the beat, getting any trash I spotted on the ground. Everything was fine whenever I had to vacuum. No noise complaints because the Manor was too big.

Sometimes I would make eye contact with her and I would instantly look away. I wonder why she wasn't being so mean to me like she was being.

I know Catrina didn't say anything to her. They weren't on the greatest terms as of right now. But I knew they loved one another so much. Every photo I've seen, every time I've seen them together. I know nothing could truly come between them.

I saw her lips moving while she was looking at me so I paused my music. "What'd you say?" I asked. She sighed.

"I said can I ask you something?" She said and asked. I was so shocked. She wanted to ask me something? I nodded. "Why does Catrina have so much faith in you? You could do no wrong in her eyes."

I frowned. I didn't know how to answer the question. "I don't know." I said, she hummed, rubbing her chin. She never once apologized to me about what she caused me. But asked me why her wife had a lot of faith in me.

"I mean I really don't see why. I've had bad experiences and relationships with both my parents." I can tell. "But that doesn't mean I should be babied right?"

I frowned. "I'm being babied?" I asked, she nodded, standing up and walking to me. "You are. Everything you do wrong, is okay to my wife. Which angers me. You somehow get all of my s**t wrong. You piss me off so much that I sometimes just wanna punch a wall. But to Catrina? I'm the one who has to be yelled at?"

Well that's not my fault. "I'm sorry but I don't think I did anything wrong to you." I said shaking my head and looking up at her. She scoffed. "I'm sorry that my existence bothers you but I don't think I've done anything to deserve the treat you give me."

"I hate speaking up for myself but I'm really tired here. I don't know what I do wrong. You spilled a drink on me because I kept making your drink wrong. But I had one of the cooks help me with it because they knew how you liked-"

"Who?" She asked, interrupting me. I frowned. "Why does that matter?" I asked her.

"Just tell me who helped you." She told me. "Kenny helped me." I told her, she nodded, walking away from me and sat right back on her chair. "Thanks, you just got him fired." She smirked, looking at me.

My eyes widened. "W-What?" I asked. "I said what I said." She said to me. "That's wrong! He didn't do anything besides help me make your drinks."

"Did I ask him to do it, or you?" She asked. "You asked me." I mumbled. She shrugged. "Then maybe next time, Only you make my drink. Or anything I ask."

I scoffed, shaking my head. The tears clouded my eyes. "What did I ever do to you?" I asked, she sighed, not answering my question. "You didn't even know about me until a few weeks ago. All you do is make me feel like I'm right at my old home, with a mother who always did this to me." I said.

She just stared at me. "I have done absolutely nothing to you over these past two years. All I wanted was to get enough money to be able to live somewhere else." I told her. I sighed and went to the door. "I quit." I said.

I opened her door and left. I truly couldn't take this anymore. I at least wanted to find an apartment before I quit. But I guess life has twists and turns.

I will tell Catrina that I quit in the morning. But right now, I needed to cry myself to sleep.