Rosette - The Girl Who Couldn'T See Rainbows

“Kyle is a real bum. He disappeared with the car in the afternoon, and he returned just a half hour ago. Mr Mc Laine is furious. That guy deserves a kicked in the teeth, I tell you. Leaving the Master without assistance!” Mrs Mc Millian's voice was full of outrage, as if Kyle had done her a personal wrong.

I kept moving the food in the dish without the slightest trace of appetite.

The woman continued to speak, as talkative as ever, and didn’t notice. I forced myself to smile at her, and I dived again into the darkness of my thoughts. Where could I find the money? No, I had no choice. I would receive my salary in two more weeks. Monique would have to wait. I would send it all to her, hoping it wasn’t a reckless move. The risk of being fired without warning was frighteningly real. Mr Mc Laine was an unpredictable man with a lousy and obviously unreliable personality.

I was so frantic when I returned to my room that I couldn’t cry, nor stand still. I lay on my bed, invoking sleep but it was late to arrive. I had no control over anything; I was an outcast in my own body.

Needless to say I didn’t dream that night.

My ears buzzed and I felt as though I was surrounded by hot black mud, from which I couldn’t escape. Mr Mc Laine’s welcome wasn’t as cold as I had expected, perhaps because he simply ignored me, and didn’t answer my greeting. Throughout the morning he pretended that I wasn’t there, and I was overcome by unhappiness.

“Shit! This damn computer!” He punched the table, one inch away from the computer.

I tried to talk naturally. “Is something wrong?”

He sneered, without looking at me. “Something? Everything’s wrong. Everything.”

I waited in silence for him to explain.

“It stopped working, damn it!” He pointed to the computer, his tone full of bitterness.

I clumsily walked to his side, in an attempt to help him, even though my technological knowledge was very limited.

He didn’t object when I bent to look at the screen. I felt his eyes on me, and his breath was so close that I could feel its warmth on my cheek.

I got up as quick as a cheetah, and I went back to my side of the desk, stumbling over my own feet.

“Do you want me to call a technician?” I suggested weakly.

“First try turning the light on, please.”

My fingers pressed the light switch several times, with no results. “There’s a black out.”

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