I woke up to the sun shining through the blinds that I SWORE I closed last night. I let out a groan and pulled my pillow in front of my face, not wanting to face the day just yet. I wasn't ready to face today, but then again I wasn't ready to face yesterday either. For that matter, I wasn't ready to face the day before that either. Today was just going to be so much worse.

On that delightful note, I sat up and started my day.

I groggily made my way to the kitchen, running my fingers through my bed head as I did so. My older brother Drake was making breakfast already, and in a rather chippy mood. Normally, I would try to smile and laugh and get into it with him. It's not often he has good days, and I'm proud of him. Really, I am. I think the therapy is helping him a lot, and that honestly makes me happier than I've been in so long. I just can't do it today.

"Hey sis, how'd you - " he looked up from his breakfast and saw me, stopping mid sentence when he did. I must have looked pissed off.

"I slept fine, thanks. You?" I walked over to the toaster and put two prices of bread in before leaning against the counter.

"That's all you're gonna eat? Are you sure? You're kinda skinny Eva..." I closed my eyes and sighed. Classic Drake, always worrying about me even though I'm a grown woman.

"I'm fine, really. I'm used to eating small breakfasts. Not to mention I have to mentally prepare for hell," I let out a small yawn and stretched. In that moment my toast popped up, and I'm sad to admit that I screamed at the top of my lungs, causing my brother to almost fall out of his chair laughing.

"Ha ha, very funny. Don't make me remind you of prom," I said as I grabbed my toast and sat down. As soon as I mentioned prom, Drake stopped laughing and put on a serious face. I mentally did a little evil laugh in my mind. Prom would never be forgotten, never ever.

After eating my breakfast I made the journey back into my room and put on my shitty secretary uniform, also known as a short as hell pencil skirt and some type of dress shirt for girls that I never learned the name of. I don't even know why I had to wear this thing, considering the only reason it was a thing was because my boss wanted to take it off…

I shudder at the thought. My boss was banging his past three secretaries, and decided I would be his fourth when his last one got knocked up, so he had her sent to a different office. After all, he was a married man. As someone who has met his wife, I'm here to tell you that she doesn't deserve it.

Fucking prick.

After pulling a brush through my hair, I gave myself a quick once over in the mirror. Same weird slightly curly black hair, same greyish eyes, same pale complection, same me, basically. I was nothing special, and I liked it that way. I didn't attract to much attention, and I didn't want it.

I waved goodbye to Drake, wishing him luck at therapy before getting the subway to work. It was a little to crowded for my taste, but my office has fucking horrible parking, and the subway station is right across the street from the building, so win win.

Plus, I honestly don't wanna pay to park my car. I'm not cheap, I just wanna move out of that apartment.

Don't get me wrong, I love my brother. More than anything in the entire world. Growing up, he was all I had. I just don't want to stop him from having a life. He could get married, have a few kids. I mean, I would have to approve of her first, because there are bitches in this world and they aren't getting close enough to my brother to touch him with a five foot pole. He's been through to much as it is, and I'm not letting him go through heartbreak.

As someone who's suffered it, I plan on keeping everyone I love away from it.

Walking into the office, everyone seemed...grumpier than normal.

Oh yeah, dickhead is back. That explains so much. He had been out of the state, doing 'business'.

Business was probably a hooker named Bambi.

I giggle at my own inner thoughts. I could never understand the entire Bambi thing, because if memory serves me right, Bambi was a male deer. I feel like our hookers should be better educated, no?

"Ms. Cain, may I ask what is so funny?"

Even his voice makes me want to be sick.

"Nothing, just remembered a joke from earlier," I gave my fakest smile as I look up from my computer, trying to meet his gaze.

"Well, you should know that your amazing co-workers are throwing me a welcome back party at lunch, and I would love it if you attended rather than do whatever it is you do at lunch," he gave me a smile back, and Yoba, it felt like the fucking devil smiling at me.

"Sure," I respond, and thank goodness the phone rang. I hold up my finger in a 'one second' gesture and answer it, glad I was finally out of that conversation.

By the time lunch time had came, everyone was gathering around my desk, and none of them looked like they planned this. Fucker must have planned it himself. Wow.

My boss came out of his office and started to mingle, while I sat at my desk, playing with my phone. I wasn't exactly the most social person in the world.

"Eva, come on. Mingle!" Sara had suddenly shown up at the party, and wanted me to be social. Wonderful. My boss gave me a look that said to do it, so I sighed and did so.

Ha, the best and worst thing I had ever done.

As I walked by my boss, who was standing next to my desk, he decided it would be a wonderful idea to smack my butt.

Ha.

Ha.

Ha.

He dies now.

I grabbed his wrist and dragged him into his office and shut the door, and I looked at it for a few seconds trying to figure out how the fuck I'm going to do this.

When I turned to face him, I'm 99.9% sure the piece of shit was trying to take his pants off.

Oh SHIT, he thinks I wanna fuck him.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK SHITTTTT.

So, instead of being an adult and facing my problems, I screamed and got the fuck outta there.

I was suddenly in the middle of all of my coworkers, and I realized the wife was here too. God damn it.

A few seconds later my boss left his office and gave me a look.

"Don't fucking give me that look you fucking weirdo," I said a little louder than normal. Everyone was here. Time to embarrass the fuck outta this piece of shit.

"Ever since I have become your secratery you have wanted one thing, and one thing only. And you know what?! I have had enough! I'm not some office slut who you can get knocked up like Stacy, nor will I be sucking you're bloody cock like Anna, and for the love of Yoba, control your dick!" I screamed that last sentence at the top of my lungs, before taking off my name tag, throwing it (and making sure it hit him in the face) and storming out.

Welp, I just quit my job.

Cool beans.