Her Boss

*PREVIOUSLY*

Right in cue Ms Williams came into the room, "Hey kiddo, it's time to eat breakfast. Daddy's waiting for you."

"Let's go baby"

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*NOW***

Anna's POV...

All through dinner, I ignored Mr Brown eyed douche's eyes that were watching my every move and didn't make any rude comments simply because Alfred was there and I was so engrossed in the nice meal in front of me. The Chicken taquitos was really great and Ms Williams made it even more delicious by garnishing it with cheese, salsa and sauce all in a bed of lettuce. Damn! So delicious like I literally drooled when I saw it.

After I was done, I drank a glass of Orange juice and went upstairs leaving Alfred since he decided to play with his 'father'. I brought out a night gown that was inside one of the bags. I was already naked when I realized I hadn't brought my toiletries from Mr Brown eyed douche's bathroom. I tied a towel over my chest and headed towards his room. I was so certain he was down playing with Alfred so I was at ease going to his room. I entered his bathroom and gathered all I need so I'll never have to step a foot into the godforsaken room, ever again.

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Just as I was about to open the bathroom door, I heard sounds coming from the room. Shit he's back! And I'm wearing just a freaking towel. Gosh! This is so embarrassing. It took all courage I had left to storm out of this bathroom and his room. I quietly opened the door to reveal a shirtless Mr Brown eyed douche who had a basketball short hanging low on his hips. He had his back to me so I guess that was my cue to escape.

I stepped out and was about to shut the bathroom door when I heard the most heartbreaking sound he produced. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and paced about. He still hadn't noticed me and I know I should just leave but I couldn't. I was rooted to that spot as he wept silently. Slow weeping gradually turned into sobs and I couldn't help but wonder what exactly got him crying. I never imagined someone like him would ever cry like this, literally. Although I hate him, but watching him cry only broke my heart and I don't know why. Pfft! It's none of my business.

I opened his room door and was almost stepping out when he called me back. I knew the right thing to do was snub him and walk out but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"A... Anna"

"..."

He quickly got up and walked towards me. He stopped right in front of me never breaking eye contact. Then I noticed how puffed and bloodshot his eyes were like he hadn't slept all night, rather he was crying. His eyes and nose were red and his hair was a mess. How come I never noticed it in breakfast. Oops! Maybe it's because I avoided his gaze.


He touched my cheeks then it seems all my senses came crashing back to me. "DON'T TOUCH ME YOU PATHETIC SICK ASSHOLE! YOU'RE DISGUSTING AND IRRITATING! DON'T EVER COME NEAR ME NOR MY SON EVER AGAIN! DO TO HEAR ME?" I turned and opened the door only to be pulled back by my wrist into a hard chest.

His hands were on my waist and he was staring way too deep like he could see right through me. I tried to wiggle out of his grip on me but it only tightened. "LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" I warned through gritted teeth but his grip on my waist only tightened. WTF! His face was having mixed emotions but hurt was the most prominent of them all. Hurt about what?! Geez! I lifted my hand to push him and I was glad I succeeded. "YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RIGHT TO TOUCH ME OKAY?! YOU ARE NOBODY AND THAT IS—"

"And that is what Anna? It's what? It's final? So this is how we're going to end things? After everything Anna, why? Do you know how hurt, how broken I was watching you slowly die two years ago? Do you know how traumatized I became? Do you know how painful it was watching the love of your life, YOUR WIFE! die? Do you know? Do you know what I passed through when you were in the hospital bed for two years Anna, TWO FUCKING YEARS! I nearly died, I lost all hope. My life was a lost cause. I gave up on everything. I drowned myself in alcohol day in, day out. Alfred! Alfred was the reason I kept leaving. He gave me a hope. He gave me hope that you would come back to me, to us! And now you're back after two years and what? You have AMNESIA."

He paused as he sobbed into his hands while still keeping eye contact with me. He continued, his voice now soft and shaky, "You forgot everything we had, everything we built, everything we worked hard for, everything... just everything Anna. And now you treat me like trash? You insult me, but I remain silent. Anna you called me a bastard and an heartless BEAST! Why? Why me? What did I ever do wrong? We both played our path in producing Alfred yet you went into coma and came out with freaking Amnesia. It's painful Anna. I can only watch you from afar yet I can't do anything because you think I'm an heartless beast and heartless pathetic douche. It's okay. I'm cool with it Anna. It's fine you treating me like I'm a trash. At least I know you're around me and you're safe with me. At least I know that no matter what, you won't leave me again. You won't leave Alfred and I ever again."

He paused to breathe then what he said next baffled me, "I love you Anna and it hurts to watch you treat me this bad like I ever did something wrong. It hurts Kitten, it hurts alot."

He was now leaning into me and weeping on my neck. I didn't know what to do anymore other than let him cry on me, "I know you won't believe me but I am your husband and Alfred is our child. I just want you to know that no matter what, I'll always be here. I'll be here for you and our baby."

With that, he pulled away from me and wiped off his tears. He stared at me for some time before he finally turned around and walked into the bathroom. I stood there in the middle of his room just reminiscing all that he just said to me. If I say I wasn't hurt by it, then I must be lying to myself. After all he said, I doubt he even lied to me a bit. His words were so sincere and I could see it in his eyes. It hurt alot seeing him in such a painful condition. After all, all he's done for me these past four months was to be supportive even though I kept on pushing him away. Each time he showed love, care and support and what did I do? Push him away! Insult him! Do everything to protect my son from him thinking he was the villain. I slumped my shoulders as I walked out of his room.

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I took a hot shower and cried alot while showering. I can't believe I acted to cruelly to him when all he did was the opposite. He always cared for me and I just pushed him away. Despite all the stories and pictures and all, I chose to think he lied to me and just wants to take advantage of me. Now I have an idea of how hurt he was.

After showering, I wore my night gown and cuddled my already sleeping son, "I love you baby" I whispered in his ears and just laid there. I tossed about on the bed for hours unable to sleep.

The conversation I had with Ben (Yup! I called him by his name. I guess it would be rude if I kept calling him such cruel names even in my thoughts) kept coming back to me and it hurt alot. I needed to get enough sleep but it just wasn't forthcoming and it's frustrating. I slowly yet quietly got out of bed and made my way towards the kitchen. The hallway was dark and quiet which meant everyone was asleep. That's better for me... don't feel like answering questions. I opened the fridge and brought out a can of milk. I poured some on a glass and kept the can bag in the fridge. After downing the milk I dropped the empty glass on the sink (*mental note* wash it in the morning) and made my way upstairs only to be stopped by a shadow who sat on the couch in the living room. I could tell it was Ben... I guess I have to talk to him then, at least to apologize.

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