Chapter 8

He was late.

He was late, storm clouds began to roll in, I was hungry, and I had a migraine_ four bad combinations of a woman who's having a rough day. I'm not sure what I expected, but it wasn't this. I had to find shelter seeing as my building closed about an hour ago. I had called Kenny about a million times to which I received no answer. I called Rick and his phone went straight to voicemail. Lastly, I restored to calling a cab and an Uber and both were unavailable. How shitty is my luck.

I stayed at my work as long as I possibly could, but all the workers had to leave at some point and lock it. And it seems nobody lived where I did or had no car. And if they did, no one wanted a chance of getting stuck since there was a storm underway. Again, how shitty is my luck? I couldn't stand out on the curb all night and get caught in a rainstorm so I decided to try and find shelter. Still mindful of the fact that I'm wearing heels due to my feet aching. I was honestly scared to be out alo