ASSHOLE!!!!

I want to scream it at him through the closed door; I’ve never had this wave of reaction toward Jake before and I can’t control it. I’m beyond livid. I’m reeling, angry, and hysteria isn’t far away. I hate losing control this way, every emotion bubbling to the surface like an angry volcano threatening to explode. I know I need to bring myself down or else my life is over. He’s my BOSS!

I mastered this once I can do it again. I can push it all down and force it back into its black box. Put it all back neatly and close the lid. Bring calm back to the surface and put the mask back on. Salvage something before it’s too late.

But I can’t!

Because he knows!

Because he saw a sliver of my shameful wretched past and I’m devastated. He will see I’m a fraud, that PA Emma, his number two is nothing more than a facade for a broken piece of worthlessness that men liked to knock around and touch.

It makes me feel sick inside and I hurtle myself onto the bed amid a flurry of tears.

I hate crying, I don’t cry! I won’t give them my tears; I won’t let them have that from me. They took everything else.

I roll on my back and take gasping gulps of air, swallowing them down painfully. Knowing I need to control myself.

That’s right, Emma, breathe.

I hear myself telling teen Emma, as she lays on the floor of her Chicago room. That little voice talking her through.

In … Out … In … Out … In ….Out. Slowly, and surely.

I force myself to focus on the light fitting on the ceiling above me and keep going. Knowing it helps.

In … Out … In … Out … In … That’s right, nice and steady.

I’m not in Chicago anymore, it’s okay now. I’m in control of this. I regulate my breathing to match my count, bringing myself down from near hysterics. Drying my eyes.

In … Out … In … Out … Slower, bring it down a notch.

I’ve overcome this a million times, and I can do it again. I can fix this. I’m better than this.

… Out. Take

In …

out. My lungs move easier, the heaviness lifting,

… Out … In …

Like a chant.

I’m not a child anymore. Ray is not here to

Out

hurt me anymore. I’m stronger now. I’m more capable. It’s not

In … Out …

disperse fully, and I sniff

In.

Out.

breathe fluidly. I’m back in control and laying so very still. It’s easier than it used to be. I’m better at it and it takes less time now than it used

it this way with

my friend … I don’t know if I can

awkward. I may get fired.

A small smile tugs the corner of my mouth as I

my viewpoint. I lean across impulsively, sliding it over and pull it onto my lap. Opening the screen with a tentative slide,

Carrero has sent you an

he gifted me a song, and my heart

has

Forgive Me”

time they’re not in anger or sadness. Jake is trying to make things okay with me and I can’t just ignore him. The swelling of my heart at his attempt and his sweetness has me on the verge of breaking down. I need to claw back some dignity and face him, let him see that I’m still the same Emma I was and maybe ask him to forget this ever happened. That I’m not an insane psycho with a troubled past who screams at him and runs away to

Well, maybe I am.

to my door, shaking so lightly and open it quickly. Like ripping off a band-aid and steadily walk into the sitting

sitting on the couch, leaning forward with his cell in his hands. His powerful body tense and stiff and he’s looking at the floor lost in thought. It’s his thinking pose, when he’s trying to choose a course of action and I’m

stressed. I did

door pulling on her shoes and glaring

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