Chapter 1
terminated
"You bastards!" The boss screamed as he took the glass of water from the table and splashed it on. Ethan's visage.
"Get out! "No one wants a pauper like you here," she stated, her teeth clenched.
Ethan shot back, furious that he couldn't let her keep treating him with disdain, "And no one wants an unreasonable boss like you!" His boss broke out in an uproarious laugh laced with irritation at his remark.
"You know what? You're fired!" she said, her eyes sparkling with malice. She wanted Ethan to beg her, crawling on the floor, because she was aware that he had no other way to earn more money.
Ethan said strongly, "What? You can't fire me! I know my rights!" Even though he couldn't help but argue with his boss, he didn't want to be laid off.
"Do you think your rights are effective here? I own this business, and even if you raise a concern with HR, no one will assist you. "The boss commanded, her face angry, "Now leave before I call the police on you!"
Ethan was seething with rage at the unfairness of this. He required his employment, but he despised it. Although he considered filing a lawsuit against his employer, he lacked the funds. He realized he would have to plead to regain his employment, and for a few seconds, he thought about his next move.
"Fine!" he replied firmly, unwilling to beg as she believed. He strolled out before her, but in his heart, he was hurting because it wasn't even the first time he had been fired for absurd reasons. This time, following the New Year's holiday, his supervisor instructed him to finish a week's worth of tasks in two days. How on earth was he supposed to accomplish that? When he confronted her, she simply told him that he should have known better than to return to the workplace with a New Year gift.
He had no money to give, and his employer sought gifts or some bribery cash. Ethan would rather spend his money on his girlfriend than on him, even if he had it. He was accustomed to getting fired by this point, having done so after refusing to sleep with one of his former employers. He lost his job in good faith because he could never imagine betraying his girlfriend.
He was now frustrated even with this optimistic thought that he would just look for another employment. With a tired face and wet clothes, he dashed out of the structure. He remembered that he didn't have any money for a bus ride home, and his entire body was in pain. Just then, she called him and begged him for his cash.
Ethan's face lit up with a smile as he saw that Becca was calling, and he quickly answered the phone.
"Hello, I..." He was going to inform her that he would be coming soon as he hurried along the street's sidewalks, but she rudely interrupted him.
"Let's break up." He stopped in his tracks when her calm voice came from the other end of the phone.
Ethan hurriedly asked, "What? Why?" as he experienced a constricting sensation in his body and his heart rate increased.
"I'm exhausted! You are unable to meet my basic needs, and you are also low." "You aren't enough, Ethan. Goodbye." She uttered, and her words pierced his heart like little needles.
"But..." She interrupted him once more as he tried to explain himself.
"Never call me again!" she exclaimed, disconnecting the call the next moment without a care for his feelings.
Ethan became disoriented, and his body grew weak as the hand that was holding the phone dropped to the side and the phone fell.
"Becca…" He called, his eyes reddening and filling with tears as he expressed a heartbreaking amount of love.
"Why?" he inquired, advancing a step and forgetting his phone, unsure of his destination. Although his tears would not fall and his vision was blurred, he could only tell that he was moving.
"Hey!!!" Ethan heard a loud voice pierce the sky, but it was too late for him to regain his composure. With the blaring horn sound blaring so loudly, he looked to see a truck coming. But he was unable to move, and before long, he was struck and his body was thrown off to the side of the road.
As everyone saw Ethan bleeding from every side, screams of terror rang out along the street. His face was bleeding and his leg was twisted.
Ethan slowly uttered, "In this life, I never got to enjoy the sweetest things..." as he inwardly felt his vision begin to darken from the rapid blood loss.
He went on to say, "...Not even sex."