The door was almost falling off with the amount of knocking that was happening. My head almost burst out.
“Fuck off!” I shouted but whoever was there didn’t stop.
I had to get my behind up and move to the door and open up or this guy would take it all the way down.
“I’m coming. “ I said as I half opened my eyes to go look for my robe to get to the door fast or this guy would make it more worse on my ears.
I took my robe and started to walk out of my room. All of a sudden the person on the door stopped. Just when I had even gotten out of bed just to get to the door. I came slowly to the front of my apartment and opened the door. Weirdly enough, it seemed like the one who was there before had already left and decided to go away. I looked down the hallways just to make sure that no one was around and then I noticed my mail on the floor. Well that had to be the mail being brought to me. And then I remembered exactly why there could be that type of knock at my door at that kind of time in the morning.
I took the mail and went back into the apartment. I went to the fridge and took out some water. I put it in a glass and started to see the letters. Let me tell you why I knew that all these letters would come to Molly Mendes at this time of day. I have been having financial problems. See I lost my job as an assistant about four to five months ago. It was basically because my boss was an asshole and he wanted his way with me. Since then my savings have been used up in maintaining my life and I haven’t been getting enough by editing for Patrick and so my bills have been pilling up. I had to clear some of them soon or I would be in very big trouble sooner that I thought. I immediately felt my head having a migraine. I needed to find a solution quick. I decided to go to Patrick’s house and see if I could get a loan from him or something.
Later on…
I arrived at his house later on and found the door open. He lived at am much better neighborhood than mine and was quite comfortable because his channel wasn’t his only way on making money. Finding his door open was strange because he was too sensitive about his equipment getting lost and so he never was this careless. I decided to walk in and then I heard voices of people arguing in a very loud manner. It sounded like it was coming from the living room upstairs and so I decided to go up and see. At that point I was sure if I was just getting into a fight that wasn’t mine and all but I did it anyway. I got up there and found that Patrick was arguing with his ex girlfriend.
“This was always your problem. You never took anything in our life seriously. I always thought of our stuff seriously but you always took me or granted and now look at us. At Least think about your son. “ she said to him.
“How is this about you? For the record all I did was test your loyalty. And also I know you are just using my son to get something out of me and trust me you won’t get it. “ he replied wile looking away.
“Oh! So you think that lowly of me this days huh? I seriously can’t believe you. All I’m asking is for you to care for me and your child but I think it will not work. Say goodbye to him because I’m leaving and you will never see him again. “ she said before grabbing he bag and beginning to walk in my direction.
She seemed very angry. She looked like a lioness who has had an unsuccessful hunt and has been injured in the process. She stood for a second and looked at me.
“Uh , hi?” I said.
She looked at me from head to toe and then at Patrick and then walked out. Patrick did nothing to stop her. I said nothing for a few seconds until we heard her bang the front door as if she wanted to tear it to pieces.
“Uh, I’m sorry for coming in like that. I didn’t mean to. I just found the door open and so I let myself in. Had I known I would have stayed outside. “ I explained.
Patrick didn’t even care. He went over to his fridge and grabbed a beer. He went back to the couch and began to drink it.
I came over and sat next to him.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He stayed silent for some seconds giving me the impression that he wanted to be alone. I stood up and slowly started to walk away.
“I should have never tested her. “ he said.
I turned around and came back.
“What test?” I asked.
“You most probably never saw it because I took it down from my channel but it was among the first episodes I had ever posted. I thought it would be funny for the guy who exposes cheaters to actually test his girl to see if she is loyal. It went well but as soon as she found out she went crazy. It was funny that I set her up you know, “ he narrated as he took down the beer like it was juice, “ because she had not yet told me that she was actually pregnant with our first child. She was so disappointed that she broke things off and took off. I had never seen her again until now. Our child is now one year old and I haven’t ever seen him. It hurts you know. “
I felt sorry for him as I saw tears rolling down his cheeks. I didn’t even know what to tell him after all that he had just confessed. It could wait but as for that time I had to just cool down and be a supportive friend to my boss. I could see the sin in his eyes and I wanted it to go away before telling him of my problems.
I got back home in the morning with a hangover. The girl from the previous night was actually really good in bed. We had a lot of fun and then drunk and that was why the hangover was killing me. The only reason I came home was because I had to show my wife that I was really at work. I parked at home hoping that she was out with friends at the gym or something so that it could give me time to sneak in and get some clothes before leaving and not have to deal with her tantrums and complaints but I was wrong, I was so wrong.As soon as I got in, she was standing right there waiting with her hands wrapped around her waist line and anger pouring out over her facial expression. “What?” I asked as I began to walk into the house. She stood in my way.“You mean you are going to be out all night in God knows where, and the only thing you can say is what? You have to be crazy. “She said.“What the hell is wrong with you Samantha? I just told you last night that I was working on a project for w
I didn’t get the courage to tell Patrick what exactly brought me there but I at least gave him my support when he needed. I got into the bus as I didn’t bring my car that morning. I sat at the back near the window. As I was getting confortable, I received a text from Patrick. He said he was thankful I came to him that day and that he forgot to tell me some bad news. I asked him what he meant and he replied by he didn’t tell me that due to the low views he has been getting on the channel hell have to delay some pays that he hadn’t paid to us the previous month.“FUCK!” I said. It was just all I needed in such a situation.The bus driver turned around and looked at me.“Are we okay back there?” he asked. I knew it was definitely me because the other guy in the bus was busy listening to some music and his head was in the clouds.“I’m okay.” I replied. I knew I wasn’t. How was I supposed to get myself through this tough time without any earning? I was both in shock and anger but also in d
“ So do you live here?” Kevin said to me as the bus we were on starting reducing it’s speed to the stop which I got out on. “Yes.” I replied still itching from the embarrassing way I met this dashing stranger. I stood up , he also stood up. I thought it to myself ' what a gentleman! ‘ I walked slowly down the big rusty bus staircase and had once small glance at Kevin. I was so attracted to him. It has been a while since someone like him had been that close with me for five seconds without running away. I stood outside and opened my bag just to make sure that everything was still on the bag and that my eyes were the only thing left behind. Turns out something was actually left behind. I looked up and Kevin was standing outside. “Hey, you? “ I said. “No, I don’t. I just think it’s wrong to allow such a beautiful lady walk home by herself at this time. “ he explained much of which I began to compre
AS THE NIGHT WENT ON ,MOLLY DECIDED TO RESEARCH MORE ON CHSRLIE BROWN ON HER LAPTOP, SHE GOOGLED ALL THAT IS KNOWN ABOUT CHARLIE
I woke up to the soft, golden light of dawn, and I knew I had a mission ahead of me. It was time to find Mark in the slum called The industry.As I stretched beneath the cozy warmth of my blanket, I couldn't help but wonder how I Was going to trace him down in such a dangerous area without risking my safety. I was still questioning myself on all I read last night about Charlie. Was this a close point to some truth or was it just a shot in the dark?The room was simple, adorned with faded floral wallpaper and a small wooden nightstand holding a picture of Mark , one that I had printed the previous night.Throwing off the covers, I shivered at the cool air that rushed over me. A quick glance at the clock told me it was early, but I couldn't wait any longer. Determination filled me as I climbed out of bed and began to search for my belongings.Even though The Industry was not foreign to me, and I had no idea where to start. I settled on a plain white dress and sturdy hiking boots, not k
I arrived home feeling utterly drained, both physically and emotionally. The weight of my fruitless quest to secure an interview with Mark and the cloud of financial worry loomed over me like a persistent storm. With a heavy sigh, I decided it was time to unwind.The comforting familiarity of my small, cozy apartment greeted me as I entered. It was a haven of solitude, a place where I could take refuge from the demands of the outside world. Dropping my bag by the door, I headed straight for the bathroom, the soft lighting casting a warm, inviting glow.As I started to fill the bathtub with warm water, I couldn't help but let my mind drift to the predicament of my financial woes. The overdue bills, the looming rent, and the uncertainty of how I would make ends meet gnawed at me. My desire to secure that interview with Mark was not only fueled by curiosity but also by the hope that it might be the key to solving my money problems.As I eased into the soothing waters of the bathtub, my th
I sat in my cozy apartment, the muted sounds of the city filtering through the window. With my phone in hand, I nervously dialed Ann's number. The weight of the conversation I was about to initiate was heavy on my shoulders. I hoped to convince her to share her brother Mark's side of the story about the controversy that had been aired on TV two years ago.As the phone rang, each tone seemed to echo with anticipation. Ann's voice finally broke the silence as she answered, "Hello?""Hi, Ann," I began, my voice calm and gentle. "I know this is a lot to ask, but I think it's crucial that we hear Mark's perspective on the controversy that happened two years back. It's only fair that he has a chance to share his side of the story."There was a hesitant pause on the other end of the line, and I could sense Ann's internal struggle. I knew this was a deeply personal matter for her, and I didn't want to push too hard.Finally, in a soft voice, Ann responded, "Molly, I appreciate your dedication
In the quiet corner of the coffee shop, as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped us, Ann and I sat with our cups, the steam rising and curling upwards. The time had come for Ann to share the story she had held close for so long, and there was a profound sense of gravity in the air.She began in a hushed tone, her words heavy with emotion. "Molly, you deserve to know the truth. Two years ago, my brother Mark was set up in a web of deception and betrayal." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she recounted the painful events.Ann continued, "It all started with Mark's girlfriend, Jane. She suspected him of infidelity and, in her desperation, she turned to a television show called 'Charlie Brown's Cheaters.' She believed the show could reveal the truth."As Ann spoke, the weight of the story became evident. Mark, a victim of circumstances beyond his control, had been unwittingly thrust into a televised spectacle of betrayal. My heart ached for him and the injustices he had endur