Rage
1598 Words
Amari
I don’t know if I am being naive, or if I desperately need someone close to family, but Nathan is completely different from how I remember him being back at school. He is still hot and charming as always. Even when I saw him at the chapel with dirty clothes on that wheelchair, all saw was a boy I had a huge crush on growing up. A boy I got a fractured arm for and he never spoke to me again after that. He is more caring and compassionate than I remember.
Sleeping next to him is making me dream things I would never confess to anyone. His thoughtfulness and those kisses, leave me all gooey inside.
I am on my way back from work when I meet Isaac and he tells me what that i***t, James did. I am fuming by the time I get home and see Nathan’s face all swollen with over ten stiches. I am really sad that he does not feel that he is special to me. That he felt my work was more important than him.
Taking out my bat, I head to James’s apartment and find him sitting on the couch.
“Amar...”
I swing at him before he could complete the word. The bat lands on his left leg. I hear a c***k sound at the impact. I hope it’s broken.
“s**t! Amari!” he curses and shields his face when I repeatedly swing at him. I am so enraged, I don’t even care if he retaliates and hurts me. How can he assault a man on a wheelchair? I am still swinging at him when someone grabs my arms and holds them.
“He is not worth it,” Isaac says softly while I burst out into tears.
“I told him to stay away from me. He assaulted Nathan. I am going to kill him!”
“I know, Dear. We never repay evil with evil. He is not worth it,” Isaac urges, reminding me of the principles instilled on me from childhood.
I take deep breaths and nod my head. He is right. This lying, manipulative coward is not worth it.
“Amari,” the i***t calls.
“Don’t talk to me. Never talk to me!” I yell before storming out, leaving him with Isaac.
I find Nathan on his wheelchair in the lounge when I get to the apartment.
“You should be sleeping,” I say, my heart aching at the sight of his injuries. I feel so guilty about all this. I should have told him how crazy James gets when jealous. I should have stressed that he locked the door when I am not around.
“Come here,” he instructs with a voice too calm for someone who has been assaulted. I don’t resist when he pulls me to sit on his lap.
“I am sorry. I should have kept the door locked like you suggested. I should have called you.”
I hold on his neck and lay my head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to apologise for not locking the door, Nathan. You should be able to live here without fear. James has no right to make you feel otherwise.”
“Does that mean I am forgiven?”
I lift my head and look at him. “I am not angry at you. Why would I be?”
“Because I did not call you.”
“I am disappointed with myself. Its my responsibility to make you my first priority and I have failed…”
“No,” he interjects. “Amari, you have made me your priority from day one. I am not used to someone caring about me like you do. I am learning, okay?”
I nod and rest my head on his shoulder again.
“Are you going to tell me what you did to him?” he enquires.
“I am not quite sure. I might have broken his leg.”
He chuckles, a heartly sound that makes my heart flutter.
“You are quite a dynamite, wife.”
The way he says this makes my toes curl. I don’t know why everything he says makes me feel like a smitten puppy.
I spend the following day at home, but Nathan is not happy about me turning down a shift. I just can’t leave him still swollen like this.
A week later, he is all well. I am thrilled when I get a call to attend an interview. A permanent job will be a huge weight off my shoulders.
I arrive at the Palmland Live Hospital thirty minutes early and wait for my turn at the reception. It would be nice to get a permanent post here. The hospital is a walking distance from the apartment. I can even check on Nathan on my tea break.
“Mr Campbell will see you now,” the receptionists informs me. I am taken aback when I walk into the manager’s office and not find any panel, just an average looking stout man in his early forties. The interviews I attended before had a full panel including a human resources personnel, but then again I don’t have much experience with these things.
“Welcome, Miss Brown,” he says and signals me to take a seat.
“Mrs Lord,” I correct and he raises his eyebrows at me.
“I got married after I put in my application,” I explain the change of title and marital status.
“I see. I understand you are looking for a job in nursing?” he enquires and I tell him my qualifications and experience.
“It looks like you really need this job. Having a disabled husband and all,” he suggests.
I am surprised by his statement. So, he knows that I am married to Nathan, yet he addressed me as Miss earlier.
“I do,” I confirm and maintain my calm, but I am really not comfortable with this man. The way he is looking at me makes me cringe. It’s like he is undressing me in his head.
“There are a lot of unemployed nurses out there. The question is what are you willing to do to get it?” he ask with his lecherous eyes on me. Maybe I am reading too much into this.
“I am a hard worker and I love nursing. I am newly qualified, but I have worked shifts in every hospital sector, including the intensive care units. All the supervisors I worked under will tell you that I am passionate about my work and blend well with the teams.”
“You have impressive references, but that is not going to get you a job here. The question is what do I get for hiring you?”
“Sir?” I ask.
Now I am on high alert. I can’t be imagining this. I tell myself that I need to get out of here as soon as possible.
“We are both adults here, I am sure you know exactly what I am saying. Life is about give and take. You stretch my back and I stretch yours. We can meet at a hotel every Friday or any day you wish…”
I don’t let him finish. I get on my feet. “Thank you for the offer, but I will not p********e myself for a job. You should be ashamed of yourself!”
He laughs and sneers. “Oh please. Don’t act so righteous when you sold yourself to a cripple for money.”
“Good day, Sir.”
I head towards the door, not willing to justify his allegations with an answer. I am right at the door when a hand grabs me and swings me around. In a split second I am cornered against the wall, his disgusting body pressing against me and his hands tearing off my blouse.
My mind is screaming this can’t be happening. We are at a hospital with thousands of people outside. My stomach revolts when his face gets closer, his breath touching my face. My heart is now pounding, a surge of adrenaline pumping in my veins. I will fight my way out of here or die trying.
I lift up my right knee up and hit his balls with all the energy I have.
He screams out in pain and lets me go.
“b***h! You will pay for this!’ he curses while I run outside.
I run out and find the reception deserted. That is just odd. This place was buzzing when I went inside the office just over ten minutes ago. I don’t wait for the elevator, but take the stairs down.
I am dumbfounded when the guards at the exit stop me and allege that I seduced Mr Campbell for a job and assaulted him when he turned me down. I am now detained in the security offices with all of them hailing insults at me.
“Call the CEO and police then!” I finally snap, ready to tear at them.
“We all know that the police will take your word for it. All you w****s are like this. You are so fast to throw in the s****l assault card and destroy good men.”
Now I am livid, I can feel the veins on my temples pulsating.
“Go to the nearest hell! Unless you have a police warrant to detain me, I am leaving,” I shout and match out.
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