It’s been two hours since Elijah sat me down and made me type and retype the content of the files.
"I think we need to correct this," he said as he pointed at the screen.
"I am not feeling well," I repeated to myself after silently working for him for two hours.
He stared at me and then rolled his eyes as to dismiss my concerns.
"Go wash your face, you will feel fresh." being the stubborn asshole he was, he pulled the laptop to himself and suggested a face wash would cure my sickness. It wasn’t going to help me, but I only left my chair because I needed to get away from him before I attacked him out of frustration.
Once I hid in the bathroom, I walked to and fro anxiously.
"He is not going to let me breathe in peace," I complained, shaking my head and then stopping before the mirror
