"OH MY GOD, Mr. DeMarco! I'm so sorry!" Faith looked at him wide-eyed. She was horrified. She was already making a terrible impression on him. What if she had just ruined something important?
Anthony stood up abruptly and walked to the other side of the desk while Faith frantically attempted to save the papers and wipe down the desk.
"What is the matter with you?" Anthony barked.
"I'm really sorry. It was an accident. I will clean this up immediately!"
"I'm talking about your hand. Why aren't you taking care of it? Are you dumb?" he said gruffly, grabbed her arm, and pulled her toward the bathroom.
His touch gave her goosebumps. Is he worried about me? Faith thought to herself.
Anthony turned the faucet on and held her hand under cold water. He was still not looking at her. A tiny vein was visible on his forehead.
Oh great, he is definitely annoyed at me. Faith sighed.
"Have it treated as soon as you leave this room; otherwise, it'll scar," Anthony said.
"Yes sir," Faith whispered. Warmth spread through her body as he held her arms. Too bad it was just for a brief moment.
She grabbed a cold compress and some bandages from the first aid kit box and used them to treat her wound, then went back to work. She didn't want to go to the hospital and waste a workday. She couldn't afford it.
But she couldn't last an hour in the office without being called into the boss's office again.
"Ms. Williams, why aren't you going to the hospital?" Anthony asked. He seemed even more irritated than before.
"There is a lot of work left, so I thought..." she couldn't understand why she felt so tongue-tied in front of him. Get it together, Faith, she scolded herself in her mind.
"Go home, Ms. Williams. You're excused for the day. Get your burn treated. I will not risk a lawsuit when you are injured in my company," Anthony ordered quietly.
Faith looked down. "Yes, sir," she said. This wasn't good. Going home now would cut her hours short.
"Don't worry about the hour cut. I told Nancy to adjust your timesheet in the computer so you will get a full day's pay," Anthony declared as if he had read her mind again. "Also, send her the bill from the hospital, and the company will take care of it."
Faith released a sigh. Anthony DeMarco wasn't as cold as people said. She mumbled thanks and packed up her stuff.
She stopped by the pharmacy to pick up her father's medicine on her way from the hospital. The pharmacist saw her from the other side of the counter and smiled brightly.
"Faith! Hi, I didn't expect you to see here so early," he said.
"I had to take care of some things. I was just wondering if you had the prescription ready?" she looked at him expectantly.
"Of course," he nodded and took out a bag.
Faith's heart twitched as she saw the amount written on the cash register. Forty-five dollars! As far as she remembered, she only had twenty-dollar left in her bank account as she had to pay one of her father's medical bills.
"Something wrong?" The pharmacist looked concerned.
"Um...I think I'll come back for this. Hold onto it for me, would you, Cameron?" Faith laughed nervously.
"Are you sure? You said he needed it, right?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. I'll come back," Faith quickly said and left the pharmacy before he could ask any more questions. How embarrassing.
Her father was waiting for her by the door.
"Where is my medicine?" he asked. Gee, dad, a hello would've been nice, Faith thought.
"I couldn't get them today. Don't worry. I will go back and get them as soon as possible," she smiled at him reassuringly.
"I NEED THEM! Can't you do anything right, you stupid bitch!" his voice grated harshly.
"Dad, please..."
"You're useless! I raised a stupid, worthless daughter! Go get my medicine right now. Do you think just because I'm in a wheelchair, you can treat me like this?" he picked up a vase and threw it at her.
Thankfully, she was able to catch it before it shattered. "Dad, just calm down, okay? I told you I would get them as soon as I could. I'm the only person who earns a living in this house, so I have to wait till I get paid again. Why can't you understand that?" Faith tried to explain calmly even though she had to explain the same thing several times before. Her dad simply didn't care to listen anymore.
"Oh, so just because you earn a little bit of money, you're suddenly better than everyone?" her father sneered.
"How can you say that? I am trying my best!" Faith cried out. She didn't know how long she could take this.
"And who knows where you actually get money from? God knows where you are going and who you fucking because I don't see you doing anything more useful than to use your whore body..."
Faith tuned him out and strode up the stairs so she didn't have to listen to more of his ugly words. Tears stung her eyes. This wasn't the first time her father spoke to her like this, and it definitely won't be the last, but it still hurt her deeply.
Her sister Mary peeked out of her room with a terrified expression on her face.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Faith sighed. "I'm fine. Go back inside. Dad isn't feeling well, as you heard," she smiled weakly.
Mary nodded and closed the door.
Faith let herself fall onto the bed and closed her eyes. Another day in paradise, she thought bitterly as she fell asleep.
Phil squeezed Jodie's hand reassuringly as they walked into the adoption agency, both of their hearts beating fast with anticipation.The receptionist smiled at them. "Ah, you must be Lisa's two o' clock. Please have a seat."Jodie and Phil sat down, their eyes scanning the room, taking in the various brochure and adoption pamphlets.After a few minutes, a woman appeared from a door at the back of the room "Mr. and Mrs. DeMarco? Please follow me. I'm your adoption specialist." She led them into a private room.Jodie and Phil were nervous, but they answered all her questions as honestly as possible, telling Lisa about their backgrounds, jobs, and home life. Lisa listened carefully, taking notes as they spoke."It sounds like you two would make excellent parents," she said. "I think we can find a child who would be a great fit for your family.""Really?" Jodie's eyes lit up."Yes, there's an orphanage I'd like you both to visit. I'm sure they'd be thrilled to have you there," Lisa said.
Two years later,Phil nearly groaned as Jodie presented yet another ridiculous home decor in front of him."What the heck is this?"He demanded.Jodie smiled proudly. "It's a wall hanging made entirely out of recycled bottle caps! Isn't it amazing?"Phil rolled his eyes. "It's a bunch of garbage glued together. How is that amazing?"Jodie's pouted. "You just don't understand art."Phil laughed. "Oh really? Is that what it is?"Jodie narrowed her eyes, sensing Phil's sarcasm. "Yes, it is. And it's also environmentally friendly. I think it's a great addition to our home."Phil shook his head. "I'm all for being eco-friendly, but that doesn't mean we have to sacrifice style and taste.""Stop being so grouchy all the time," Jodie snapped."I'm not grouchy.""Yes, you are!" Jodie argued."No, I'm not." Phil shook his head."Yes, you are."Phil sighed. He could never win an argument against Jodie. "Fine, maybe I am a little grouchy. But can you blame me when you keep bringing home these...u
"OH MY GOD!" Jodie screamed as soon as Phil carried her inside his loft."What?" Phil scowled and put her down."This is the ugliest place I've ever seen! No wonder you wanted to hire me as your interior decorator."Phil groaned. "Jodie, I was joking when I said that and this place isn't the bad.""Oh no? Then why does it look like a dungeon?" Jodie gestured to the dark walls and minimal furniture. "And what is with that couch?""It's comfortable," Phil defended."Comfortable? It looks like a block of ice!" Jodie shook her head. "We need to start from scratch. New paint, new furniture, new everything."Phil sighed. "Fine, but we are not making the place look like a unicorn threw up on it."Jodie grinned. "I was joking about that too. Trust me, Phil. I'll make this place look like a palace." "Alright, my queen. You can do all that later. Now can we get on with our wedding night?" He smirked.Jodie rolled her eyes playfully. "Patience, my king. Let me just light some candles and put on
Phil and Jodie stood at the altar, holding hands as they exchanged vows."I, Phil, take you, Jodie, to be my lawfully wedded wife," Phil said, looking deeply into Jodie's eyes. "I promise to love, cherish, and support you in all you do. I promise to be there for you in good times and in bad, and to always be your partner and best friend."Jodie's eyes filled with tears as she repeated the same words back to him. They exchanged rings and sealed their love with a kiss, surrounded by their family and friends.After the ceremony, they walked hand in hand to the reception, where a live band was playing and everyone was dancing and having a good time. Jodie's vision for the décor had come to life, with elegant white and gold accents throughout the room.As they sat down for dinner, Jodie leaned over to Phil and whispered, "I can't believe we're actually married.""I know," Phil said, beaming at her. "I'm already regretting my decision," he joked.Jodie playfully punched his arm. "Too late n
"So, what did Phil say?" Faith asked Jodie later that day. "He said he would be my sugar daddy," Jodie said in a daze. Faith's eyes turned wide, but then she laughed. "What? I meant, what did he say about your illness?" Jodie blushed. "Oh, right. He was really sweet and understanding about it. He said he wanted to be there for me and that we'll face it together if it came to that. It was actually really nice to hear," Jodie said, a small smile appearing on her face. Faith smiled back. "I'm glad he's being supportive. You deserve someone who will be there for you, no matter what." Jodie nodded. "Yeah, I know. And I'm starting to think that maybe Phil could be that person." Faith raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're considering him as a serious option?" Jodie shrugged. "I don't know. It's just...he always pushed me away before but..." "But now he's showing a different side of himself," Faith finished for her. "I get it. Just be careful, okay? Don't let yourself get too swept up at
Phil's heart jumped when he saw it was Jodie calling him. Fucking finally."What's going on, Jodie? Why are you avoiding me?" He demanded."I'm not!" Jodie whined."Yes, you are."Jodie sighed. "Alright, yes. But I have a good reason for it.""And what would that be?"He could hear her taking a deep breath as if to brace herself."Phil...I'm sick," she said.Phil's heart dropped as he heard Jodie's words. "What do you mean, sick? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern."I went for a check-up the other day, and they found a small tumor in my brain," Jodie said, her voice trembling.Phil was stunned. He didn't know what to say. "I...I don't even know what to say, Jodie. I'm so sorry," he finally managed to get out.Jodie sniffled. "It's okay, Phil. I just wanted you to know. I don't want to hold back anything from you, especially if we're going to be together. I don't want to waste any time pretending things are okay when they're not. I just needed some time to process e