Chapter 7 Don't think you can get away

• "Do you mean anything?" he asked.
• Taking a big gulp, I responded. "Yes...Anything. Anything is possible.
• Just please don’t fire me!"
• He gave a sly grin at me, and that made my heartbeat quicken, nervous. Oh no.
• What in the world have I gotten myself into? I’m dead. I’m not even
• exaggerating. I’m literally in trouble.
• “Are you sure about that?" he inquired and I gave a nod to him in answer.
• "Then turn around, walk away, and stay as far away from me as you
• can," he said.
• I came to a halt at that point, knowing exactly what he meant. "Wait, are
• you making fun of me? Would you like me to leave?"
• He gave a nod.
• I blinked at that. Wow. Just wow.
• I couldn't believe it. Does he even have a heart? How heartless of him.
• I couldn’t help but laugh at that, wiping away my feigned tears.
• Strawberry guy looked at me as if I were a bother. "Why are you
• laughing?" he asked, quite alarmed at my state. "You're going
• insane."
• Yes, I really am. And I don’t bother hiding it. "Yes, you do realize I'm
• going insane just talking to you?” I responded. “Are you finally happy, looking
• at me helplessly? Strawberry guy, I am serious. This job is very important to
• me. You don't have the authority to fire people out of nowhere for petty
• reasons." I said confidently, clearly angry at him and throwing daggers at
• him with my eyes. I breathed in and out, feeling my head exploding in anger.
• Oh to hell with it!
• Glancing at the envelope at the table that was my paycheck for the month, I
• yelled at him. "Fine, if you won’t accept that, then I’ll leave. I quit!”
• Changing into my normal clothes back at the locker's office, I slung my
• backpack on my shoulders before giving him the keys to the shop. “Close the
• shop yourself!”
• And with that, I rode my motorcycle and drove home. I can't believe I'm dealing
• with guys like him! What a jerk!
• You know what? I'm relieved to be leaving that place. Maybe the heavens are
• warning me to stay away from that guy. I'll never go back there again. I'll
• just focus on the fact that I won't have to deal with a guy who has worse PMS
• than any girl.
• I wiped away the tears that streamed down my cheeks, muttering a curse under my
• breath. Damn it. And damn him!
• "Are you okay, dear?" Mom asked once I arrived home. She had a
• concerned look in her eye and I smiled at her, pretending to be fine.
• "Yes, mom, I'm just exhausted from work."
• She gave me a worried look. "Are you sure it’s from work?" She asked
• hesitantly. I just nodded and went up to my room. I laid at my bed, blankly
• staring at the wall. It didn’t take long for mom to follow me as I heard a
• knock on my bedroom door. “Snow? Can I come in?”
• Wiping away the sweat on my forehead and making sure my eyes weren’t that red,
• I called out for her. “Yes, mom.”
• The door opened, revealing my mother holding a tray of cookies with her hands.
• She offered me a small smile before sitting beside me on my bed, her gentle
• expression calming me. She stroked my hair and asked, "Are you sure you
• want to work at that ice cream shop?"
• I have to give it to her to immediately sensing what I feel…Moms really know what
• their children are hiding. But I’m not prepared to tell her that I just
• recently left my work. She’ll be anxious and probably pull up all-nighters at
• the hospital, working overtime and thinking about how she could pay the bills
• on time. I won’t let her do that.
• "Yes," I replied, smiling a bit to convince her. "I'm certain of
• it."
• "You can stop working, Snow. I'm fine now, I can work, and-" she
• began to ramble, but I cut her off, not wanting her to feel guilty…
• I put a hand on her shoulders. "I do it willingly, Mom. Don't be
• concerned," I set my eyes on her, giving her a reassuring smile and
• demonstrating my sincerity.
• She sighed, still unconvinced, but nodded her head, knowing there was nothing
• she could do to persuade me otherwise. I kissed her on the cheek, and she stood
• up and left me alone.
• I know it's difficult for her to support me and Nathan on her own without a
• dad. And I have to help her.
• What now that I've quit my job? I need to find another one quickly before
• telling Mom. I don't want to frighten her. I grabbed my laptop and went online
• to look for available jobs. I'm hoping to find one soon.
• **
• The next morning, I was awakened by a phone call, with an unknown number.
• "Hello?" I inquired. Who was the moron who called me so early in the
• morning? Is this Emma?
• "Come on over to the store. Don't think you can get away from
• anything."
• I scowled, hearing a guy’s voice instead of a girl. I don’t remember making
• friends with anyone other than Emma….
• Wait…Don't tell me it's the person I least expect to hear from...the one I
• despise the most.
• “Hello? Are you there?” The guy asked again from the other line of the phone. I
• cursed. Damn, I was right judging from the voice. It was the Strawberry guy.
• Didn’t he already fire me yesterday? I mean, I quit working at that shop?
• "Are you nuts? I resigned already. I don't want to deal with people like
• you." Just hearing his voice makes me want to sever his head.
• He sighed, "But-"
• "No buts, Bye," I quickly say as I hang up the phone.
• Sure, he could have called and asked me to return there, but not in a million
• years. I already made up my mind. I'm irritated just thinking about talking to
• him. Plus, I don't think I can stand a boss like that.
• I got up and went to watch cartoons in the living room, seeing that I couldn’t
• go back to sleep now that I’m fully awake. I look at the time, 7 a.m. Nathan is
• still sleeping, and Mom has returned to work by this hour. When the doorbell
• rang, I got up to open it.
• A delivery man greeted me and asked me to sign a paper before handing me a box.
• I scowled at this. "I believe I did not place my order online, sir. You
• were given the incorrect address." I said to him.
• "It says Snow Waterstrings here, miss. And the address leads me to your
• house.” The delivery man said, confused as she was.
• Wow, is it from Mr. Tim? Or Emma? Seems suspicious. Aren't orders given to
• wrong addresses made by criminals prevalent these days? It’s their new way of
• catching their prey. Looking around in alert, Snow just raised her eyebrows.
• “Someone may have forwarded it to you, ma'am." Added the delivery man.
• Sighing, I just signed it so that the delivery man could leave. She frowned,
• making sure it wasn’t a time bomb or anything. Who knows, there was someone who
• wanted her to get killed or something. You’ll never know.
• Opening the box, there was a chocolate cake inside. There was a piece of paper
• beside it and I read it, 'Come to the store or else,'
• There was no name to indicate who gave it to me, but I already knew who it was.
• It’s clearly obvious who sent it, I don’t have to be a genius to guess it.
• Sighing, I rolled my eyes. I really couldn't understand that strawberry guy. Is
• it a gesture of goodwill or a threat? How did he even know my address? Did he
• ask Mr. Tim about it? Or read the application form I filled up when I applied
• for the shop?
• Gosh. I gave myself a facepalm. What a moron.
• Suddenly, my phone rang again, and it was the same number. I avoided it for a
• minute, but it kept on ringing that I didn’t have a choice and answer.
• “Have you received the chocolate cake?” Said Strawberry guy from the other end
• of the phone, not even greeting me.