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1月7日 He Never Said - Chapter 1~ The Beginning
It's been just over two years since that cold October day when he put his plan into motion. I'm taken back to the place and the time when it all began. Little did she know what was about to befall her little world; the world she alone worked so hard to keep together for so long. It would soon come crumbling down. After all the pain and turmoil she'd overcome; was still overcoming, this was not only the last thing she needed. It was the last thing she expected.
It had been a tough year. Actually, it had been a very tough two years. New job, new house, new, abusive, harassing boss, and then freedom. Just when she thought she'd never get out of the situation, she found her opportunity. There was still months, years, of healing to do, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel, however small. And she had begun to reach for it.
It was a cold and wet October evening. After work, everyone arranged to meet at the local bar-come-restaurant for some drinks, snacks and pool. He was there. And she thought she was among friends. She thought. The evening was going splendidly. She even played a mean game of pool, partnering with the client visiting from the south. She sunk the black ball to win the game! The evening started out with fun , laughter and good conversation.
But as the evening turned into night and the drinks continued to flow, she began to feel uncomfortable. One woman had obviously had too much to drink and couldn't or wouldn't control her obnoxious behaviour. The woman cornered her for "conversation" and her so called friends left her with the mess to deal with alone, and moved to a far corner of the bar to entertain themselves at her expense. How humourous it must have been for them to witness her discomfort.
She eventually managed to extricated herself from the obnoxious woman with the excuse of ordering food. It wasn't until then that she realized this would be her first meal of the day. She ordered a platter to share. It was just the kind of person she was. She couldn't see her way to endulging herself without sharing with others.
When the food was served, her "friends" moved to join her, or more accurately, moved to help themselves. They shared the platter of assorted finger foods, all the while making suggestive, sexually explicit comments-come-jokes and laughing at their own cleverness.
How could she possibly take exception to jokes? She swallowed her discomfort for as long as she could but they managed to reach her breaking point. She stopped eating before she'd even really begun. No worries. Her friends would never let her money go to waste.
She was upset and trying hard to hold back the tears of humiliation and, yes, hurt. How could they be so insensitive, especially to her? She'd always been the one there for them anytime they needed a shoulder or help at work or anything at all. How many late night hours did she work alone at that office catching up on work that was missed during the day because one or another of her "friends" needed help? Far too many to count. And here they were again; abusing her good nature, taking advantage, having fun at her expense - again.
One of them finally realized they'd gone too far. He pulled her aside to apologize and proceeded to tell her he was not feeling well. She suggested they step outside. She needed a cigarette as it was. They stepped outside and began to walk down the parking lot while they chatted. He began to tell her that he never meant to offend her and how much he liked her. She replied that she liked him too. He replied, "No. I like you" and proceeded to tell her about the mess that was his life.
He knew her well enough by then. Not a difficult feat. She was open and welcoming to everyone. She hid nothing and wore her heart on her sleeve. This was her downfall. But we're getting ahead of ourselves.
Her focus immediately shifted from her own pain, to his. She yearned to make everyone happy, and he was no exception. She offered him a hug to comfort him. He took her and kissed her long. She was thinking "Oh my God! Now what? What do I do? I can't pull away or I'll hurt his feelings."
That was her first mistake. He had no feelings but how could she know this at the time.
She was on the road to her own destruction.
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