By Jessy:
“S-Sammy?”
His head came up at the call. “Sammy?”
It wasn’t who I thought it was. How come he looks just like him?
“Who is this Sammy you speak of?” he asked.
I knew I had messed up calling him that—how am I seeing things? I wondered, not knowing what to say.
I thought I had gotten over my ex a long time ago. Why should I be thinking about him now, and be seeing things I shouldn’t be? I thought about it, and the seven years I had lived my life without him.
“Are you okay, Miss?” my soon-to-be boss asked, as I remained mute.
This was no way of starting a proper interview. I had to make it right. I needed this job… I needed this more than anything, and I wasn’t going to let just a petty mistake mess things up.
“Miss Mac, where’d you say you were working before?”
I corrected, “It’s MacKenny, Sir,”
He looked at me for a minute, and went back to looking into my file.
I wondered if he had seen something wrong as his eyes remained glued on it.
I was tensed seeing him do that, but having answered all questions without shaking, I was sure I’d bag the deal.
Scanning the remaining words, he made to speak as someone interrupted.
“Sorry I’m late! I am so so sorry—”
My throat tightened as I sat in silence, not wanting to look back.
“Bro!”
Bro? beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, as fingers trembled and feet shook.
I sat with mouth dry, as I heard my name called with a tender voice I could recognize anywhere.
“Nita?” he called again.
After all these years… and we meet again. It seemed like a movie anyone could spend hours watching with a popcorn in his hand. I could take it no more as the air got still, making it hard for me to breathe.
I got up to leave, thinking of nothing but to be so far away. I didn’t want to have anything to do with him, not after the pains he had caused me.
“Do you two know each other?” the man in black asked, and I gave no answer but ran past the enemy instead, muttering words like someone who had seen a ghost.
I don’t belong here… this place isn’t for me. I ran as fast as my feet could carry.
People who saw me would think that I had gone crazy, but I didn’t mind as long as I wasn’t anywhere near the devil, an had gotten over the shock.
“N-Nit—Nit!” I could hear him calling out my name, as I bothered not looking back. His voice hadn’t changed a bit. Why did we have to meet here of all places? I knew my day was totally ruined, and it was all his fault.
“Stay away from me!” I yelled for him to stay away from me, running out the building, into the road, as the sound of a truck—vroom—got my legs rooted to the ground.
“Anita!” called my saviour as he pulled me to safety.
“Are you crazy?!”
“Let me go, will you? You’re the one crazy here!” I shot back, caring less if he had saved me from death’s grasp. “What the hell are you doing here anyway? I mean, what are you doing in Chicago?” I rolled my eyes repeatedly at him, not giving him a chance to talk. “I thought you and your family moved away a long time?” I went on. “Why are you back? What’s your motive here, Samuel?” I was asking too many questions, that I knew, though it wasn’t my concern. I hated the fact that I had to see him again… after a long time of cursing and wishing he’d never return—awkward doing that—but I didn’t want him coming back and pleading till my heart softened.
“Nit, I really have a lot to tell you,” he said clasping my hand again.
I snatched it away. “It’s Anne!” I said in a gruff tone, and spoke once more. “If you think for one second, that I’d give a fuck about anything you’re gonna, then you are just as delusional as I thought!” I spat and left him standing there.
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“S-Sammy?”
His head came up at the call. “Sammy?”
It wasn’t who I thought it was. How come he looks just like him?
“Who is this Sammy you speak of?” he asked.
I knew I had messed up calling him that—how am I seeing things? I wondered, not knowing what to say.
I thought I had gotten over my ex a long time ago. Why should I be thinking about him now, and be seeing things I shouldn’t be? I thought about it, and the seven years I had lived my life without him.
“Are you okay, Miss?” my soon-to-be boss asked, as I remained mute.
This was no way of starting a proper interview. I had to make it right. I needed this job… I needed this more than anything, and I wasn’t going to let just a petty mistake mess things up.
“Miss Mac, where’d you say you were working before?”
I corrected, “It’s MacKenny, Sir,”
He looked at me for a minute, and went back to looking into my file.
I wondered if he had seen something wrong as his eyes remained glued on it.
I was tensed seeing him do that, but having answered all questions without shaking, I was sure I’d bag the deal.
Scanning the remaining words, he made to speak as someone interrupted.
“Sorry I’m late! I am so sorry—”
My throat tightened as I sat in silence, not wanting to look back.
“Bro!”
Bro? beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, as fingers trembled and feet shook.
I sat with mouth dry, as I heard my name called with a tender voice I could recognize anywhere.
“Nita?” he called again.
After all these years… and we meet again. It seemed like a movie anyone could spend hours watching with a popcorn in his hand. I could take it no more as the air got still, making it hard for me to breathe.
I got up to leave, thinking of nothing but to be so far away. I didn’t want to have anything to do with him, not after the pains he had caused me.
“Do you two know each other?” the man in black asked, and I gave no answer but ran past the enemy instead, muttering words like someone who had seen a ghost.
I don’t belong here… this place isn’t for me. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me.
People who saw me would think that I had gone crazy, but I didn’t mind as long as I wasn’t anywhere near the devil, and had gotten over the shock.
“N-Nit—Nit!” I could hear him calling out my name, as I bothered not looking back. His voice hadn’t changed a bit. Why did we have to meet here of all places? I knew my day was totally ruined, and it was all his fault.
“Stay away from me!” I yelled for him to stay away from me, running out the building, into the road, as the sound of a truck—vroom—got my legs rooted to the ground.
“Anita!” called my saviour as he pulled me to safety.
“Are you crazy?!”
“Let me go, will you? You’re the one crazy here!” I shot back, caring less if he had saved me from death’s grasp. “What the hell are you doing here anyway? I mean, what are you doing in Chicago?” I rolled my eyes repeatedly at him, not giving him a chance to talk. “I thought you and your family moved away a long time?” I went on. “Why are you back? What’s your motive here, Samuel?” I was asking too many questions, that I knew, though it wasn’t my concern. I hated the fact that I had to see him again… after a long time of cursing and wishing he’d never return—awkward doing that—but I didn’t want him coming back and pleading till my heart softened.
“Nit, I really have a lot to tell you,” he said clasping my hand again.
I snatched it away. “It’s Anne!” I said in a gruff tone, and spoke once more. “If you think for a second, that I’d give a fuck about anything you’re gonna say, then you are just as delusional as I thought!” I spat and left him standing there.
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