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because her head was about to
explode. She looked at the clock next to her bed and noticed it was five thirty
and two hours away from the time that she had to get up.
    “Hello,” she said, still fumbling to get the phone by her ear.
    “I tried to call you last night, but you weren’t home,” Mallory
said.
    “What do you want, Mallory?”
    “I’m sorry to call you this early, but I can’t come in today and you
did say you were the one in charge.”
    “So, why can’t you come in,” Sky asked, sitting up holding the top
of her head.
    “That would be my business now wouldn’t it?” she replied in a high
pitch snobbish tone.
    “You know what Mallory, I couldn’t care less if you ever come back
in,” Sky said, and then slammed down the phone.
    She grabbed her head as soon as the receiver was out of her hand. “I
should have done that softer,” she whispered, getting up and walking to the
bathroom. She started drawing herself a tub of hot bath water, then went into
the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. She went back into the bathroom and took
off the sweat pants she slept in, leaving the tank top on until her coffee was
ready and she was able to bring a cup into the bathroom. She saw the bruises,
proof that the earlier events really happened. She now realized if she’d only
calmed down she wouldn’t even have them. She looked down stunned, unable to
wrap her mind around what her eyes were seeing.
    The scratch or what she had presumed to be a scratch, was red,
swollen and looked more like a deep knife wound that happened days ago, not a
mere oops with a finger nail just a
few hours earlier. The more she looked at it, the more she couldn’t figure out
how her leg had gotten so infected so fast, or why the wound looked two times larger
than it did the night before. The one thing she did know was she had to figure
out a way to cover up both wrists and ankles before she went into work, or she
would be asked questions all day. The one thing she was grateful for was the
fact that the worse busy body in the entire store wasn’t going to be there and
she couldn’t be happier.
    Sky soaked in the tub and enjoyed her coffee until the water began
to cool. She contemplated topping it off with more hot water, but didn’t want
to make herself late.
    She chose a long, pale pink skirt, with a long sleeved white dress
top and a pair of mid-calf white leather slouch boots, that she never wore
because the heel was a little higher than she liked. It might have been the
fact that an attractive man had shown an interest in her, but she felt like
wearing make-up. She applied a light layer of foundation and teamed it with a
slightly daring red shade of lipstick. She slid into her clothes carefully, not
wanting to smudge her lips. Every action she was doing seemed like something
she did on a daily bases, even though Sky did the complete opposite and had
done so for the past eight years. She was a strict creature of habit, always
bathed at night, never wore more than mascara, never bothered about nice
clothes for work, and hated the way heels made her legs feel as soon as she put
them on her feet.
    Today Sky walked into work with her head held high and a sway in her
hips. Her look and personality had changed to the point that a fellow employee’s
asked if they could be of service, before realizing it was Sky they were
speaking too. Her hair hung down straight and parted in the middle, giving her
the appearance of a porcelain doll. The dark contrast of her hair against her
white canvas skin was breathtaking with the stark red
of her lips. She held herself differently when asking a customer if they needed
help and sold more in merchandise by lunch, than she had in the past week. She
oozed confidence and had no clue from where it had burst forth from.
    “You have a phone call, Sky,” Becky said, walking up to her. “You
look fab! Where were you hiding this?”
    “Hiding what?” she asked, looking down as she walked to the