In My Desperate Time

Frances Louis seems determined to torture me. He doesn’t let me go all night.

Now I know that he was tenderhearted to me before.

His power is more amazing than I thought.

By the time it is all over, I am too tired to turn over.

But I have to go to work later. I am not a boss like Frances Louis. I would struggle to get to work even if I were to die.

I get out of bed, take a pill from the bedside table and swallow it.

This is the long-term birth control pills I have been taking, which I used to take behind Frances Louis’s back. Now he knows, it doesn't matter for me to take pills in front of him.

Frances Louis suddenly comes over and pours all medicine in the drawer into the dustbin.

"Don’t take it in the future." He says in a low voice.

I look at the pills lying in a pile of tissue and don’t have the courage to pick them up.

"What if I got pregnant? I will buy medicines after work." I say quietly.

Frances Louis behaves so strangely. He doesn't like to wear a condom, and he doesn't like me to take medicine. The only way to avoid having a baby is to have a ligation.

is no. I will throw them away every time

Louis seriously. Then he goes back to bed

"You…"

want to argue with him, but I am

let me take medicine. I can only take it secretly. Or try

briefly and go to

throws me some drawings and says these need to be modified. She asks

almost half a year's work of the design department.

to make trouble for

day? Even if you want

say to

be leaking trade secrets if I gave it to him now. Everyone else is working on other

have no

designer's original design philosophy.

with ideas very quickly, and soon the

4 pm. I can finish these drawings

relief, feeling a little elation and pride in

file to the President's office for

Snow commands me to do other things. I can only put down the