"Don't even go there. It's been hectic. Just another bloody day at Whisky a Go Go though eh?" My voice croaked slightly and I sighed. "So much for living the dream."

"Don't be ridiculous. We're doing fine and our EP is doing okay, it's all good."

Paul tried to comfort me, but I just felt as though I had left my family, friends and... Well, my whole life behind for nothing. Music is my passion, and I just wanted to inspire others, as others had done for me. It's just hard when you have a job you can't enjoy because your boss is a prick. He knows how much I need this job and he takes advantage of that.
Don't get me wrong, waiting on some famous people is pretty darn cool, and the music entertainment is good... But it just doesn't seem worth it right now.

"Krystal? Oi." I heard cracklings from the other side of the line.

"Pass it here. I wanna talk to her... Krystal, stop it. I know how you get. Just pull yourself together woman! We all love you, as our future fans will."

I couldn't help but giggle a little. "Thanks Craig. You always know how to chee-" my voice trailed off. The cheer instantly left my body. "Uh- I've gotta go" I put my phone down and followed instruction. My dirt bag of a boss had appeared in the doorway of the staff room and using a hand gesture, ushered me towards his office. I walked in, silent. He closed the door behind us. I was facing away from him, as I entered the room first and I prayed I wouldn't hear it.
Click
Shit. Shit, oh shit. My body tensed up and all the fear came flooding back.
"Now then, Krissy." Argh. I hated people calling me that. "Krissy, Krissy, Krissy" He walked around me in a circle looking me up and down as he did. "What am I going to do with you?" He paused. "I heard that you weren't happy about your hours being cut. Awww." My God, he was so patronising. "We could always... Make an; arrangement" He sniggered as he slipped his grimy hands up my shirt onto my back. It made me shudder and I stepped away from him.
"No."
"No? Ok then, we'll just deduct some more hours then should we?"
I sheepishly put my head down. "Can you please unlock the door so I can leave the room now. My break has finished. I need to get back to work" I turned and started for the door but he grabbed my wrist and pulling me back.
"I don't think so petal."
I squeezed my eyes shut as he pushed me up against the wall and had his hand at my throat. I squirmed. It was just instinct. I knew it would just fuel his fire; but I wanted out of that room right that instant. He threw me towards the door, causing me to hit my head on his filing cabinet. He then grabbed my upper arms vigorously and stood me up so I was facing him dead on.
"Please! I'll take the hours cut" I pleaded as I felt my eyes puffy, watering and I could feel this other liquid running slowly along my hair line.
He released my arms and laughed in my face. "You're going to take the hours cut either way honey. I'm the boss you do what I want." He started to handle me in an agressive manor. He had never been this bad before. All I could do was hold in the cries of pain and wait for it to be over. I had no choice.