For a brief second she nearly had me, down at heel, at her level of immorality and lack of self control and temporarily I had reached such depths of depravity, that I became her. I AM NOT HER! I am a good, moral and truthful person, who only seeks to right her wrongs. I may be just a secretary, but I am a damn good one and she knows it. I stay because of circumstances, not out of loyalty.
She stood there, towering above me, as I lay on the floor. I had such fear and loathing, that I was unable to distinguish between the two. A momentary loss of faculties, that could have quite easily turned bad. I must practice self control. I am better than her. She is but a spineless shadow, manipulating her way through life, by the misfortunes of others. Give me strength!
Her alcohol soaked breath, penetrated my senses. The disgusting smell of a drunk, nothing more, nothing less. Her strength came in a bottle, her control through hate and her violence through lack of character. She could barely stand up and her voice was racing and virtually inaudible. Suddenly I felt strong, better than her, above her warped deeds and for the first time, she was lower than I'd ever seen her. She was an old, near blind middle aged spinster, caught up in her own game of control and minions. What the hell was I doing on the floor, confronted by this shell of a soul.
I placed my arms firmly on the floor, my nails dug vigorously into the parquet wood beneath. It was like gripping onto, all the wrongs, that she had done myself and others. The more I thought about her distasteful acts, the firmer I gripped. The angrier I became and the more determined I felt. One nail broke, followed by another, and in turn they all bit the dust. My perfectly manicured hands, turned into the hands of a navvy. I had always looked after those hands, they were my livelihood, but today it did not matter. My hands became the hoist to lift me from the depths of despair, that I had suffered all these years.
For me, thus far, my biggest achievement and I was going to finish it. Arthritis or not, there was no pain today. I stood taller than the cheap heels on her feet. I stood as firm as the bottle in her hand. I was now in charge. As I pushed my self upright, I noticed, just how small she was. A fake person, stooped over through years of abuse and bitterness. Her clothes were soiled, unkempt and her sarcastic grin became a quivering lip of submission. She actually looked scared of that secretary, who she took great pride in destroying, for her own satisfaction.
This was my time and I wasn't going to let it go........