Whispers  were everywhere,  the smell of vanilla  and sunflower  engulfed the wide hallway.  My legs walked on their own, while my little  body followed.  All I just wanted to here were those whispers. They were so beautiful and the smell was just mmmm to die for. Everything was different,  different from the club, I froze as I recalled that.

I walked in the vast passageway  , the more I walked the closer the sweet whispers were. It felt like they were calling unto me, begging me to come closer, to feel them. I took a turn at the end of the hallway.

I stood there froze in amazement.  There was a circle at the middle of wat seemed to be a room.  Four triangles  were protruding coming  from the middle of the circle.

Women were standing in the circle, chanting something I could not  understand.  I had never heard that language before, it was so foreign  that I tried testing it on my tounge. “kara” I tested it on my tounge,  I felt it slip out of my mouth. The urge to join them came strongly,  I wanted to join them, I wanted to be part of them. For them yo teach me their language.

I was about to take a step, a step that would allow me to come our of that corner and join them when a deadly silence fail upon the room .My heart raced. I was scared that maybe .. just maybethey could feel the pounding of my heart. I held my chest, trying to cover the sound coming from that part. My hands were sweating, sweat was dripping from my forehead rolling down my cheeks. Kkkk funny as I used to brag that I will never sweat and here I am drenching my face and my chest.

I looked up to see a new face entering the room, she looked at me and smiled. Her robe was purple and had blue stripes. Her posture demanded respect. The atmosphere of the room had changed, it had become more heavy  than before.  More quieter.

Her smile faded as she took  her place in the circle.

“Daughter of Shamira”

I looked at the women,  trying to figure out  who she was. And what a strange name, SHAMIRA. What the hell does it mean and who would even call her child with that ugly name.

“Daughter of Shamira,  .... ”

Everyone's eyes were on my tiny body, looking at me. I was busted. I was spying on a ritual that I dont even know its fucken meaning. I had read about such in my history class back in college.  When you get busted spying on such rituals in other cultures , they would use you as sacrifice  to their gods. What if they do the same to me.

“Welcome home..”

I looked at them trying to figure out who she was .. who was the daughter of Shamira .

“ Dear step forward ”

Why she wasn't she doing what she was told so that those scothing glares could move away from me. The woman walked towards my direction with so much power that I could feel myself freezing .  “Kara.. step forward.  I would ...”

She could see through right me. She knew I was trembling inside despite the fact that I was an idol in front of her. She tried to reach her hand to me and I backed away.  She just stared at me.

She had called me daughter of Shamira... No that isn't  my mom's name. My mom's name is    Bella waters. She definitely  mistook me  for someone.  I looked behind me but there was no one. Only me and my shadow.  She had called me Kara. What the hell is a Kara, early I had tasted  that word on my tounge and now when she said it, it left a huge question. What if I was their meat.  When she tried to touch me.... it.. I.. it felt worse. What if ..

“ANITA!”

I opened my enormous eyes, letting them get used to the the light. I swayed my eyes to where my mom was  standing.  Her hands on her hips.  Now that l look at her closely,  her healthy was deteriorating. Why had I not noticed this before. Her eyes had dark circles under. Her arms were bruised.

“Mom!”

She looked at me and smiled. I wanted to sink when she gave me that smile. That wasn't her smile.  She looked distance,  battling with something great. Something  she could not bring herself to share with me. Her daughter, it hurts my guts.

“ Are you ok mom? What happened to your hands?”

She smiled agian and took a handful  of minutes before answering.

“Ooh these dear... dont worry about  them. You know I was just washing... l guess the washing powder... I think I react to it.”

I just looked at her, trying to make out a sentence while her smile plasted on her long face. Somehow  what she had said wasn't coming together.  Ir wasn't making any damn sense.

“Aren't you going to work today dear?”

Work? Was I ready for that. Was I ready to face that monster. Was I ready to see her. How was I going to work there with everything that has happened.

Yes I had already decided to call it quits  but how was I suppose to be in the same building with the two. How was I to react fully knowing that when she enters into his office , they are going to fuck.

“Yeah ... I am mom.”

She looked at me with worry in her eyes. I could sense her distress. She didn't have to deel that way. I am strong,  I can and I would handle anything.

“Are you sure? You can call and tell them  you are not feeling well”

Bad idea. Had she thought what would come after saying that.  No I was going to take the risk of him boasting around. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing I was hurt.  Of knowing that his act had cut through my guts, had completely shattered me.

I was going to that office,  walk with my head raised high. Never was I going to let some Jack ass make me walk while my head is bowed down.

“Dont worry mom, I will be fine.”

I got off from  the bed and went into to the shower. I let myself get wet, allowing the hot water to sock my body.

I let out a seigh as I sat on my desky. I had to do this, I had to give him my resignation  letter. I was done working here. I can't take in the whispers,  there are just too much for me. I really had a great time working here.