1. An End To The Arguments


    Date: 7/7/2016, Categories: Taboo, Author: Innocentgirl29, Source: LushStories

    As I start drifting off to sleep, I hear them yelling again through the thin wall of my apartment. It’s been every night this week and I wish they would just get divorced and give up on the arguing and then I could have my peaceful nights and evenings back. Instead I just get to lie here and listen to them arguing about how much he works and how little she does around the house. I would bang on the wall again but that doesn’t have any effect, in fact if anything, it just seems to makes it worse. I have an important interview in the morning and I need to get some sleep but I know that they haven’t started the sex fight part yet. That’s how they always end, he doesn’t do it for her and she doesn’t do it enough. Fidgeting in my bed I try and get comfortable and close my eyes, trying to block out the noise. Finally, I hear the sex fight happening, it’s coming to an end at 1.30 in the morning. Great, I think to myself sarcastically, maybe four hours’ rest before my interview, that’s just what I need. Covering my head with my duvet I concentrate on my breathing and at last, slip off to sleep. My alarm rings and I almost start to cry as I see its 5.30 and I’m so tired. Dragging myself out of bed and to the shower I must make myself presentable. My black skirt suit is on its hanger along with my white shirt and my lace underwear is ready with my stockings and heels. Once dressed and with my hair and makeup done I grab a Red Bull and drink it down. Most people would go for coffee but ...
    I find it gives me a much greater caffeine hit, especially this early in the morning. Heading out of the door to get the train I yawn, my eyes still feeling heavy and so I shake my head, trying to wake up. I stand in the carriage by an open window forcing myself to stay awake. I want this job, damn, I need this job, so I will sleep after the interview. I get off the train and take the short walk to the drab building for my appointment. I’m fifteen minutes early but I hate being late, it’s not a good first impression to give my prospective new employer. Checking in for my interview, the receptionist asks me to take a seat in a small office room along the corridor and to report back in ten minutes. I sit and start to read the book that I’ve pulled from my bag. My legs are crossed demurely and I concentrate on the words. Suddenly I jump as my book, along with my bag, hit the floor making a loud bang. I lean down to pick them up and then start to panic as I remember where and why I’m here. Checking my watch, I realise that I must have been asleep for an hour. Grabbing my things, I run out of the room to the front desk and apologise profusely for being late but all she does is dismiss me saying I was too late, tardiness cannot be tolerated and with a shake of her head, she sends me away saying I that missed my appointment. Walking out and feeling totally miserable I look around the shops for a few hours trying to cheer myself up. I buy a bottle of wine before deciding to drown my ...
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