What's home, if not the first place you run away from? What's love, if not that unexplainable, blazing feeling which comes after a period of hate?
Reputable for her catchy appearance, her over-niceness, her obsession with cartoon animations and her...
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Dido - Life For Rent.
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"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MYCAR." The proud asshole tells me.
Despite the trepidation that settles like mist on my pores, I do not regret what I said to him. Since he was giving all his workers undeserved leaves to put a pile of work on my head, he should have as well fired his god-damn driver.
I look at him through the rearview mirror, shocked to the marrow that he would actually leave me in the streets of...where are we again?
Toronto, Ontario.
I saw the huge signboard. And the CN Tower.
One of the most famous cities in Canada.
It was kinda absurd, me expecting him to reside in such a quiet town as Markham. Rich people seldom live in uneventful towns. Toronto however, suits the businessman life perfectly.
I was annoyed at the fact that he didn't tell me he doesn't live in Markham, but to be honest, I don't really care much about what city he stays in. Toronto is a pretty cool place anyways.
Instead of overthinking his city of residence, I was too occupied thinking about something else that he did. The papers scandal. My brain wheels seized so much in thought, I got exhausted and accidentally fell asleep.
And then I woke up to him bossing me around like a dog.
I'm pissed at him.
He deceived me. I thought that when I signed the contract, he wouldn't publish anything that happened in the hospital or even involve The Press. I was wrong; I assumed. How could I be so stupid? I didn't see anything like that in the contract. I should have asked.
I scoff and get out of his car, before slamming the door with the anger burning my cuticles.
Before he drives off, he oh-so-nicely drops the address to his cursed palace.
I couldn't hear him over the blood thrumming in my eardrums.
I look around me, feeling the cold slap my skin without mercy.
How do I find my way around Toronto? I know nothing about this place and I left all my stuff in his car, wallet included.
Mon Dieu, how did I come to this? I was surfing the net for the perfect vacation braids—considering the knotless ones I got last year were ruined by water—and planning a vacation in The Maldives with my runaway sister, Arlene, few months ago. Now, I'm working for the rudest man on Earth for six whole months without pay...or leave.
I don't know where to start from; I'm so fucking confused...and to make matters worse, I'm also wearing this useless sleeveless gown in the chilly evening.
