Chapter 131: Rage
Emily was fuming. In fact, that did not seem enough of a description for her current mood. She was livid. Absolutely mad beyond belief. This had to be the angriest that she could remember being. And the more that Emily thought on what it was that had made her so...angry, the angrier she got.
She was fuelled by that rage as she made her way home, and when she opened the apartment door she nearly tore it off its hinges. Her mom, who was putting on her shoes in the living room looked up at the violent entrance.
"What happened to you? Did somebody spit in their tea and say it was you?" Her mom asked. Her tone half joking, but Emily could see in her eyes that she was worried.
Stomping into the apartment, Emily slammed the door closed. Then she threw herself on the couch next to her mom.
"What is it about some men that just makes them think that women are their property? That they can just ask for whatever they want and think that it’s all right because they asked first?" Her mom gave her a look. "Ah... so you had one of those customers today," Emily nodded. She kicked off her shoes and then pulled her feet up, her knees close to her chest. Normally her mom would reprimand her for doing that, especially since she had not changed clothes and nor had she showered off the grime of the night. But clearly the older woman could see that Emily was not in the mood.
’My old boss came to the diner and asked to sleep with me,’ she wanted to say. But since her mom was still laboring under the illusion that the situation at the diner was temporary, and Emily would be going back to Haven, she could not come out with that. So instead, she settled for something that was still the truth, but omitted a few things.
"One of my regular clients asked me to sleep with him today," She said, getting angry again just thinking about it.
"Absolutely out of nowhere and he just came out with it all confident, like he was certain that I would agree. Like I’m some loose girl who sleeps with anything that walks by. Like I’m that desperate. What is it? Is it my profession? Does he look down on me because I’m a waitress? Or does he look down on all women like that and think that we’re all just cheap and easy?!"
"That all he has to do is say, ’I want to sleep with you’ and I’ll just jump into bed with him!"
She was not really looking for her mom to reply. She was just looking to vent. And her mom seemed to get that, only nodding along as Emily spoke, voicing her frustrations. "I should have done more than just a slap across the cheek. I should have pulled him by his beard, and dragged him out of the diner. Beat him up in the middle of the street, so that others like him would know what happened to people who dared to think they could just ask someone that because they were a waitress,"