A Doll for the Boss

The trip was fast and safe, I didn't even say goodbye, I wasn't rude, but I was tired of this game. I entered the college and walked straight to the academic area, where I was informed that the graduation ceremony would be in a week. To my luck and honor, I was given the privilege of giving the graduation speech, my high grades made this possible.

I was filling out a form when a hand on my shoulder made me turn around.

"Sam," she said as she hugged me tight.

"Omer, what happened to you? Did Serkan do this to you?" I said as I let go of his grip to check his face.

"No, it wasn't Serkan. It was a bicycle accident. I fell and hurt my leg, but I'm getting better. I didn't want to worry you, but I thought you should know."

"Oh my god, Omer! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was so worried. Do you need help with anything? A doctor, medicine?"

"Relax, Sam. I already went to the doctor and got treatment. Don't worry about it. I just wanted to see you before your graduation."

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. But seriously, Omer, you need to take better care of yourself. I can't stand seeing you hurt."

"I know, Sam. I'll keep that in mind. But now, tell me, what do you have planned for your graduation speech?"

"I haven't thought about it completely. I want it to be something special, something meaningful for all the graduates. But I'm still looking for inspiration."

"I'm sure you'll find something great, Sam. You have a special talent for words. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, Omer. You're my biggest support. Your friendship means a lot to me."

We sat on a bench on campus and continued talking about our plans for the future and how exciting graduation would be. Despite the difficulties and obstacles we had faced, we were determined to achieve our dreams and build a successful future together.

The trip was fast and safe, I didn't even say goodbye, I wasn't rude, but I was tired of this game. I entered the college and walked straight to the academic area, where I was informed that the graduation ceremony would be in a week. To my luck and honor, I was given the privilege of giving the graduation speech, my high grades made this possible.

I was filling out a form when a hand on my shoulder made me turn around.

"Sam," he said as he hugged me tight.

"Omar, what happened to you? Did Serkan do this to you?" I said as I let go of his grip to check his face.

"Yes, it was Serkan. But you already know that, your husband is a brute. But I'm getting better. I didn't want to worry you, but I thought you should know."

"Oh my god, Omer! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was so worried. Do you need help with anything? A doctor, medicine?"

"Relax, Sam. Remember, I'm a doctor. I have colleagues and I got treatment. Don't worry about it."

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. But seriously, Omer, you need to stop getting into those fights. I can't stand seeing you hurt."

"I know, Sam. I'll keep that in mind. But now, tell me, do you want to talk here or should we go for coffee?"

"Give me a second, I'll finish signing these documents and we'll leave. I have to give the graduation speech. I haven't thought about it completely, what I'll do or say, but I'm excited. I want it to be something special, something meaningful for all the graduates. But I'm still looking for inspiration."

"I'm sure you'll find something great, Sam. You have a special talent for words. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, Omer. You're the only one who supports me. Your friendship means a lot to me."

Half an hour later, we left the university, headed straight to a cafe, or maybe a nice restaurant. We were walking together when my phone rang. I didn't need to see to know who it was, a shiver ran through my body. I didn't hesitate and answered the call.

"What do you want?" I said without emotion, without feelings, as the Latinos say, I said it blandly, without flavor.

"Where are you? Have you eaten? You need to go to the clinic for some tests. I hope this time you think and don't be irresponsible."

"Look, Serkan, I don't want to argue. I'll eat in a moment, I'm at the university."

"Why didn't you inform me? Did you..."

But he didn't finish his sentence, because Omer's voice interrupted our conversation.

"Sam, come on, there's a taxi over there," Omer said.

Uh-oh! I'm in trouble.

"That's... Are you with him? Oh shit, damn it!" he shouted like crazy. I had to hang up the phone or it was going to make me deaf.

"Calm down, Serkan. It's nothing. Omer is my friend. Besides, it's not like we really love each other and this is a marriage of love and peace."

"Bullshit! Stay away from that man. Wait for me, I'm coming over. Don't you..."

I hung up the call, no more threats, no more.

"Let's go, Omer. I'm really hungry," I said with a smile.

"Then let's feed my two favorite people."

On the way to the restaurant, Omer told me about his life. It turns out he's a doctor in the field of gynecology, which I already knew. He lives alone, grew up in London, his mother passed away years ago, and nothing is known about his father. Despite everything, he had managed to move forward and was a person worthy of admiration.

By the time we arrived at the restaurant, I had gotten hungry about three times. The maître d' led us to a table, and Omer, being a gentleman, pulled out the chair for me.

We both ordered quickly and resumed our conversation.

"Tell me more about yourself, Samantha. I know very little. How is it possible that someone like you married such an animal?"

"That's a long story," I sighed frustrated. "My father set a trap for me. To be able to finish my studies, he made me sign some documents. It's not entirely his fault, I should have read them, but I didn't, and now I'm caught in this marriage." "I don't understand."

"My father sold me to my husband for money, that's why I told you it's a long story."

"We have the whole afternoon, I'm here to listen to you, not to judge you."

"I paid a dancer from the bar El Infierno to steal my innocence, but not satisfied with that, the day before my wedding I went back and slept with another stranger, who turned out to be Serkan."

His eyes widened, I didn't know what was going through his mind, but he was speechless.

"I know, I'm no longer the sweet girl you thought I was."

The food arrived, so we both ate in silence, or at least he ate. I was playing with the food, when he placed a spoonful in front of me.

"You must eat, you look anemic at first sight. You need to take care of your child, they're not to blame for anything. I'd like to know who the father of the baby is."

"I don't know, but I need your help. I want to escape, I need to create a future for my child, far away from him."

It was true, I didn't know. I was too ashamed of my behavior.

Omer's phone rang, interrupting our conversation. He didn't hesitate and answered it. He didn't say anything, just listened, but his face was getting redder until he hung up the call.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I have to go, I'll call you later," he said without giving me a chance to respond, and left the restaurant without saying anything more.

But what had happened?