Claudia
It had been two weeks, two weeks of Domenic's silence, two f*****g weeks of Domenic ignoring me.
I felt suffocated like I was struggling to breathe and the nausea of the morning sickness mixed in with the putrid bleach smell I would literally smell every f*****g where I went.
I'd swallow the boil rising in my throat. Of course, that was useless because ten minutes later I'd be throwing up in the ladies' bathroom.
Wiping the puke from around my mouth before swilling my mouth out with cold water and popping gum into my mouth to cover up the putrid taste in my mouth and puke breath.
Today had to be my all-time low and to make things worse today, Domenic decided to call me into his office.
He was in a foul mood, worse than any other day when it would go over his head. Not to f**
