Maisse wiped her tears as she got to Vik's apartment. She did not want him to see her crying. She just hoped that he was still inside and had not gone job searching.
She had thought so hard while walking and had decided not to home while stressed. She was of no use to the girls with tears streaming down her face and an incoming headache. She would sleep at Vik's house for a while before going back home. Maybe the rest would be of help to her churning mind.She reached Vik's door and was lifting her left hand to knock when the door opened revealing Vik."I saw you through the window. Come on in." Vik ushered her in.Maisse was too stressed to remember that Vik saw everyone that came and left; his window was directly opposite the apartment entrance."Can I get some water please?" Maisse asked politely."Of course. Feel at home. You are always welcome here." Vik opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.He took out a glass from the cabinet and poured water on it before giving it to Maisse."Are you okay? Why are you not at work?" Vik asked as he sat down next to her."I was fired." Maisse said, her throat swollen with untold emotions.Tears had started welling up her eyes and her hands were trembling with fear of the unknown."I am so sorry about that." Vik moved close to her and hugged her."Her loss really. You are an excellent and hardworking girl.""You did not even wait to listen to the reason why she fired me." Maisse said after the hug."It does not matter. From what you have told me, that woman is impossible to work with. You surviving through those months is a miracle. You deserve better."Vik said.Maisse knew Vik was right. She deserved better. A better job, a better father, a better life. Vik was the only friend she had. All her other friends had abandoned her when she could not keep up with them. They wanted someone who loved to party every other weekend. Maisse could not do that as she had her sisters to take care of.It was Vik that had helped her get the job at the diner. He had found her seated on the steps of the diner with her sisters. They were hungry and did not have money. Vik had talked to Old Prisley who had given them something to eat and also given her a job."Well, I will tell you anyway. I broke her crystal. She took my phone and wants me to pay before giving it back." Maisse explained."She has your phone? You have to report her, that is a violation." Vik said, angry on her behalf."We can't. You know how the police in this city are. They won't listen to someone like me." Maisse said."You are right. But we should at least do something. We can't just sit here and do nothing." Vik said.Maisse was feeling better. She was happy to have a friend like Vik. Vik took her matters seriously and was always on the frontline to help her."Right now I need money to go get my phone. I need it if I am going to get a new job. I used almost all of my savings to take one of the twins to the hospital.""Where did you leave the twins?" Vik asked, panic written all over his face."I left them with a sitter in the morning. I didn't want to go back while still stressed." Maisse explained."You are right. You should be strong for them. I have an idea. Why don't we go talk to Old Prisley and see if he can help. How much is the money?" Vik asked."She wants two hundred dollars.""Well, I have fifty. We can ask him for the other one fifty dollars. I am sure he will help. We can also ask him about the buyer and if he talked to him. "Maisse did not want to burden Old Prisley with her problems but she had no option. There was no one else to help her. Her father did not care at all. Maybe it was better if she got married. She shook her head to get rid of that thought.Old Prisley was seated on the patio when they got there. He welcomed them with open arms and asked someone to get them some food.Maisse then explained, with Vik's persistence, what had brought them over."Mr. Prisley I need your help. Ms. Simmons took my phone because I accidentally broke her crystal. She said she would not give it back until I pay. I wanted to ask if you could help. I used my savings to take Emmy to the hospital." She said."I am so sorry about all of that. How is doing now?" Old Prisley asked."When I left in the morning she was feeling a little bit better. I don't know how she is now as I don't have my phone with me." Maisse said."I have never liked that Ms. Simmons." Old Prisley said. "Not to worry though, I will pay your debt. I have some cash around the house. How much is it?"It was two hundred but Vik offered to pay fifty so that means I need a hundred and fifty dollars." Massie clarified."Vik can keep his fifty. He will need it seeing as both of you are still out of jobs." Old Prisley advised.Maisse waited as Old Prisley went into the house to get the money. He came back with two new five hundred dollar notes and gave them to her."Sir, this is too much. I only need a hundred and fifty." Maisse protested."Just take it. I know you are struggling. Seeing as the diner is already sold and you have no place to eat for free. The money will help you for some days as you figure things out." Old Prisley said.He gave Vik two hundred dollars. Vik wanted to refuse but he insisted."Speaking of figuring something out, did you manage to talk to the buyer of the diner? Did he give you any positive answer?" Vik asked as he pocketed the money."Ooh, yes. I almost forgot. I talked to him and he said he will find something and get back to me when he gets back from his business trip. Let me call him and ask if he is back. Maybe you can even go see him." Old Prisley said."That would be nice." Maisse said.Old Prisley dialled Bronton's number and waited for him to pick up."I am not the father of your baby so stop calling me!" Bronton said angrily before cutting the call."What did he mean by that?" Maisse asked.The three of them were confused. What had just happened?The suffocating air of the small house felt heavier than usual, each breath Maisse took a painful reminder of the conversation that had just shattered her fragile world. Her father’s words, "You will marry him," echoed in her ears, a death knell to her dreams of independence. The familiar scent of stale beer and old cigarettes, usually just a background hum.She retreated to the cramped bedroom she shared with Emmy and Emily, the twins. The fading light of the setting sun cast long, weary shadows across their three single beds, crammed into the small space. Maisse sank onto her own mattress, its springs groaning in protest, and buried her face in her hands. The hot, stinging tears came unbidden, a deluge of despair and frustration.A soft rustle from Emmy’s bed made her look up. The twins were huddled together on one bed, their faces pale and etched with worry. Of course, they had heard. The thin walls of their home offered no privacy from their father’s booming pronouncements.“Maiss
The familiar scent of stale beer and old cigarettes clung to the air the moment Maisse stepped through the door. It was a smell that had haunted her childhood, an invisible shroud that had settled over their small, neglected home. The sun, once a fierce eye in the mid-morning sky, was beginning its descent, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Her shoulders ached from the long commute into the city and back, her feet throbbing inside her sensible, if slightly scuffed, flats. Her legs were tired from walking and, hope, a fragile thing she had held on to for long, was slowly giving way to a gnawing despair. "Maisse! Is that you?" Her father's voice, thick and slurred, boomed from the living room. It was less a question and more an announcement of her presence, an acknowledgment that she had returned to his orbit. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Yes, Father. I'm back." She walked into the living room, her eyes scanning the familiar chaos: overflowi
I needed to find a new job as soon as possible. My savings were not going to last us a week and I needed to pay rent as end month was soon approaching. I could not ask my father to chip in despite it being his responsibility to house the twins. He did not care about that. I did not want my sister's to suffer so I had to make sure that I had money to sort out the bills,take them to school and save for an occasional ice cream treat here and there. At the moment though, we could not even afford to get three meals a day. Old Prisley who used to help had also closed shop. I did not want to go to him and home to stress him out. I knew he would give us food if I went to him but I did not want to. He had done enough for me. The only other place I could go to was the former diner. Old Prisley had said that the new owner was willing to give me a job. All I needed to do was go to him and present myself. I was going to tell him that I had been sent by Old Prisley. I just hoped that I would get a
The hospital visit had had me in all sorts of moods. I wished Sir Bronton would wake up and tell me that all was going to be alright. I did not expect him to live forever, we were just mere human beings after all, I just needed him to stay a little bit longer. Was that too much to ask? If he died then I was going to be left with no one. When you are rich like I was, most people believed that you could never be lonely-what with the throng of people depending and following you around. That was far from the truth in my situation; there were people around me but there was no one with me. I was always alone, save for my grandpa. And because I did not like showing vulnerability, I never let people see that. I braved it like the big boy that I was. But now that my favourite human was on his death bed, I was starting to feel the loneliness start to creep in. It did not matter that there were people in the mansion and companies working for me, I was still lonely. Me barely talking to my former
Bronton was seated in his office, a pen in his mouth. His brain was tired from all the meetings and thinking he had done. He promised himself some rest as soon as he got back to his grandfather. He was worried about his health and had he not insisted that Bronton leave for his trip, Bronton would have stayed with him at the hospital. Bronton had never had to take care of any sick person. The last time his grandfather was sick, it was the maids that took care of him. He had wanted to stay but did not know what to do so he had left with the promise of visiting. Thank God he got well before Bronton could return.Bronton’s mind was also filled with thoughts of the phone call. He had been celibate for a long time and someone pinning a pregnancy on him was absurd. He was not opposed to kids, as a matter of fact he had thought about having a few of his own. He had not had the best of parents; neither his mother nor father showed him any kind of parental love. His grandfather however, had giv
Maisse had to go home now. Old Prisley had assured her of a job and she was sure he was not going to fail. If anything he would personally take them to meet the buyer. He was that kind and compassionate. Maisse was lucky to have him.Old Prisley had given her some foodstuff to take home. She was so grateful she almost cried. She hugged her for so long as she was filled with immense gratitude."Thank you very much. I don't know how to repay you." She said before wiping away a lone tear that had escaped her eyes. She had been feeling very defeated before coming here. Now her heart felt at peace, albeit momentarily. She was going to bask in this little peace because she knew it was going to crumble soon. She shook her head so hard when thoughts of marriage started escaping through the door she had closed in her brain."Anytime my dear. Just make sure you come visit me during the weekends. My wife and I would love to host you every weekend if possible." Old Prisley said as he patted her