Trapped

Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty Nine:

No one can drag me down.

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we fall, 

we learn, 

we rise.

— wild faith

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People have the tendencies to take advantage of people who don't fight back. Those who allow abuse to just do their thing without putting a line not to cross. Letting the predator do their thing in a way that satisfies them. Because people who don’t fight back have enabled them to do so.

If there’s a time that someone out there, harassed you or did something bad to you; I hope you fight back. 

Let your voice be heard.

Bullies, abusers, and predators don’t stop unless people call them out.

Be that person.

Stand up against oppressors.

Your voice matters. Your feelings matter. Your emotions are valid.

You are valid.

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“So that was a threat?” With a shaky voice, I had asked.

My eyes widened in fear with what he had responded. So is that why he had yanked me unwillingly? To threaten me inside this company?

Kevin gawked at me and in a jiffy, the expression on his face had changed. He posed a confused look. However, he didn’t offer any reply other than the slight change of emotions.

“I’m not scared.” I admitted it to him, if that’s what he was thinking. “I’ll definitely fight back. She doesn’t deserve the recognition over something that she didn’t do. I spent a month working on that project. For f**k’s sake, I didnt even sleep for days just so I could finish it. Then I would go to work and do my job properly. Mrs. Evans doesn’t deserve the praise.” My voice was laced with venom. I was fuming. I’m like a ticking bomb and any second I could explode. “She stole my project!” I yelled at Kevin.

My emotions were all over the place. Despite the tension in my statement and actions, Kevin remained calm and I could sense that he was being careful and was just merely observing me.

“You need to think things through. It would be best if you’d calm down first.”

“Calm down?” I repeated, mocking his words. “The f**k are you on? Our manager just submitted my project proposal under her f*****g name! She was so against the fact that I’m submitting a proposal and now, she had taken credit over it?” I scoffed.

“Submitting your project proposal anonymously has it’s cons, Chandria. I told you that last time.” He released a sigh, “Fow now, it’s best if you should just stay silent about the whole thing.” Kevin suggested, offering an apologetic look.

“Are you out of your f*****g mind?” I screamed at him. His words don't make any sense. Why would I stay silent over the fact that Mrs. Evans stole my project? Then a thought had hit me. “You’re with her, are you?” I accused him.

That would be the best reason as to why he wanted me to keep my lips pursed. To not say anything about the whole situation. That I should blindly let it pass. How dumb does he think I am?

I wouldn't just stand here and do nothing about it. I’m not letting anyone belittle and step on me as they do whatever they want.

I don’t deserve this.

Kevin raked his hand onto his hair, divelishing a once neat hair style. He sported an offended expression. That the words I said had caused him pain at some point. However, it wasn’t painful because it was true. It was because what I had uttered to him was pure nonsense and just allegations.

“If I was with her, would I have warned you last time?”

I let out an exasperated sigh, “That was your front. You wanted to appear like some sort of a good guy so you talked to me. Gave me advice and warnings that I had vaguely understood. It was your cover up since you were siding with her right from the start.”

“You are hopeless,”

“Excuse me?”

“Chandria,” Kevin muttered desperately. “Listen to me.” He pleaded. “I’m not here to cause you harm. What I said to you the last week were sincere and genuine—”

“Uhm, I have a boyfriend.” Raising a brow, I had interrupted him.

Kevin let out a loud laugh. A loud mocking laugh. It even lasted for half a minute as I stood there embarrassed at his actions.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, Ms. Quinn. You are not my type.”

Ouch. He had punched me in the gut.

Most especially in the self-esteem part of my feelings. The one that I’m most sensitive with. Although he might not mean to harm me with that statement. It had still caused my heart a tinge of pain.

Kevin might have noticed my discomfort and the laughter and smiles on his face had immediately vanished into thin air.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He stepped forward and reached his hand mid-air, looking as though he was about to give me a light tap as a sign of comfort. However, I took a step back, avoiding his hand. That mere action had caused him to frown. If he was offended by what I did, I couldn’t care less. He deserved it.

“So there’s no way talking you out of this, huh?” Kevin’s eyes were casted on the floor. He couldn’t look straight at me. I could feel that there were a lot of things that he wanted to tell me but I wasn’t willing to listen to him.

He knew that and that’s why he couldn;t fully disclose his thoughts to me.

I wanted to know what he wanted to say to me.

But not when I am furious. 

People rarely show good intentions towards me. That’s why I have a hard time distinguishing good people’s intentions.