-Shitty peace

"I'm going to explain to you something that's it," said my father.

"Fine," I said watching time on my phone again and again to avoid eye contact with anyone else on the table.

"Here's the thing you are going to be the Editor and chief of the magazine we launched of SKYLA
for weekends," he said to me.
My brother waving at me and other smiling at me.
I have two half brothers and a half-sister, daughter of my mom.

"I don't have the experience of five years," I said still looking at fruit I must be looking weird eyeing the apple like a maniac so I shifted my gaze.

"Of course I know that as per the criteria if you're a gold medalist you don't need it," he said signalling my brother who's three years older than me to explain it to me.

"You'll be supervised under me and the main magazine's editor and designer. You can put your designs too in if you want but not without permission of the main team. Don't make reckless fuss please," he said in his office tone which gave me chill.

"Be a little professional," added my father sighing looking at my choice of clothes which was a blouse and baggy trousers.

"She's dad," said my brother, Benjamin who is of my age.

"I'll get going now," said I and went out not before picking a lemon from the table cutting it into two with a knife.

I squeezed I directly into my mouth it'll make me sober I can't even walk properly.

Going to my mom's house walking and running down two blocks for my car getting it out of the garage was a disaster in itself now I have 32 minutes to reach.
I did it at last.

It sucks because of traffic jam everywhere.

Parking my car and running to the reception. The building was huge with glasses all over a beautiful exterior which is made by an unrecognized architecture
My dad does have a good eye for an artist.

"Where can I find Mr Adams?" I asked the guy who seemed in his teen years he looked 19-21 year old.
"Ma'am he said that you can go directly to your cabin he'll come over when it's 8:45. Your cabin is on the 15th floor." Replied as it read on the desk, Joshua Lamb.

"Okay, thank you very much," I said.

Running to the lift and then pressing the number 15 I waited with a ting the lift opened up. Searching the cabin I saw the gold plated written Editor in Chief. The building was sure artistic and beautiful.
I went inside.
There was a coffee on the table sitting on the chair sipping on it. I felt like a rich businessman.
Ugh who the fuck drink coffee without sugar.

I added some sugar to it and started drinking it.
A loud voice came yelling at me “What the fuck are you doing here?!!!!!!” Meeting the source of the voice I spit my coffee on his face and table.

THE. GUY. FROM. LAST. NIGHT.
Blinking my eyes not believing my eyes I'm so done.

“It's my cabin I should be asking this to you!” I yelled with the same force at him but I could never be a loudspeaker like him.

“What the fucking goddamn hell and now you are even yelling at me, why are you here?” he said.

“Why are you my father and this is my cabin!!"I snapped at him.

Getting his phone out of his pocket he dialled someone and yelled “Why there's a whore in my cabin?” he yelled and I felt bad to take a deep breath and relax.

On the verge of tears, I started counting on five things I could feel or hear because I was having my anxiety attack.

“Get up from here” he yelled at me. Not being able to get up. I tried but could not move even a slight. Within a second I'm yanked off the chair to the ground with a loud thud not to cry I bit inside of my cheek.

The door opens and my eyes meet with Benjamin. He rushes towards me.
Then my beside him Zach my other brother comes insides. "You entered the wrong cabin," Zach stated.
"Are you fine?" said Zach and Benjamin at the same time but asked different people.

Not being able to reply I just nodded at Benjamin.

Without saying another word Benjamin picks me up and takes me inside another cabin.
Releasing a deep breath

"This is mine, thank you,"  I said trying hard not to make it sound shaky and it did a little bit.

"No, it's not," he said handing me a cup of water. Drinking the water and standing up I asked,
"Then can you show me mine?"

"Why are you like this?" Ben rolled his eyes and took a deep sigh.

I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't the guy from last night, Zach and everyone but I never did.

Going out of his cabin or ignoring yelling men and then searching around I found the cabin was in front of the loudspeaker's cabin.

I hate this all.
Again a white and black cabin guess it does suit me.
It was different with a coffee machine two sofas, a desk, paintings with a washroom, a wall refrigerator, planning board it was quite a warm feeling.
It's so fine.

My wrist now had a big bruise because of Gorilla Man and my back hurting like a bitch.
Slipping from my blouse in the washroom I saw it in the mirror.
My back had navy blue and a purple bruise one on few inches below my neck and the other in the middle.

Wearing my blouse I found another bruise above my elbow and then I cried.

Great just get a knife and cut me into pieces. Washing my pretty face and opening my hair from my ponytail to hide the bruises on my neck.

"Rose, are you here?" Zach yelled at this arrogant man and their yelling I want to slap his specimen which makes his soul go out from his body for a second.
Going out there were Gorilla Man, Zach and Ben were sitting there.

Rolling my eyes at Gorilla man and hiding both arms behind my back.
Placing files on my desk gorilla man said, "You have to select one article for each section for two magazines one for each day. There's the main column whose theme will be decided in the meeting..." Rolling his eyes he started "You have to write at least 10 articles for both and then we'll choose it."

"There's a meeting for the spring collection magazine at 2:00. Find the right room this time," Zach said.
"Let's go," Zach said.
"I have to tell her something," Ben and Gorilla Man said at the same time wow I'm so happy.
Zach went outside and I'm left with two arrogant pieces of shits or you can say people with SHITTY PEACE.

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Author's note:
Bye, I'll update it soon :)
Weird fact: this has a real-life thing that has happened to my close friend.

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