New Love

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"I don't wanna waste no time all alone, want somewhere to go, something to call my own. And I ain't satisfied where to go, lost out on the road washed up on the shore."
New love by Dua Lipa

Rochelle:

"Rochelle baby, wake up."

"Really Shamila, it's not even six o clock yet." My voice comes out hoarse. Damn why did I have to share a room with her? Sleeping on the couch would be much better geez!!

"Yes Ro, I told you at dinner that today is gonna be a long day." She takes our uniform out of the wardrobe to iron them.

"Mila, what is happening today geez?" Throwing my hands in the air showing my frustration.

"Just go get ready." She snaps.

I head out to the bathroom, I take a really long bath thinking about my life. I mean I don't really have life. Nobody seems to understand me.

I see myself in the mirror as I fix my messy hair. "Give me back the real you." I whisper to my reflection.

I get into Shamila's red Kia, will I ever be able to get my own car.

She drives in silence. I decided to break it. "So, about D'angelo."

"What about him? Stay away from him." She say sternly.

"Well the more you say that, it makes me want to go find out myself... wait is he your ex or do you like him."

"Just shut up, can't you see I'm driving?" She says with clenched teeth.

The fxck?

......

I start cleaning up the store as "Madam Shamila" keeps pacing around. What's up with her.

Suddenly a girl who looks like she's my age steps in the store and Wow. My jaw drops to the floor. She's gorgeous!! She looks like a model.
She's tall.
Has shiny short black hair.
Wearing high heels with a plain short purple dress.

Who is she? I think I've seen her somewhere.

"Oh and who might you be? I'm Bella D'angelo." She says.

Oh shit, she's D'angelo's wife??? Damn.

"My name is Rochelle."

"Nice to meet you Rochelle." Before I can even respond she turns to Mila.

"Shamila." She says bitterly.

"Bella." She responds the same way.

The atmosphere is quiet tense.

"I'm getting married an...."

"So." Mila interrupts.

She starts laughing." Oww I see, you're still not over it, just move on with your life it's been 5 years geez. You knew what you were getting yourself into with Francesco."

"This is not about him okay?" She raises her voice.

"Can't we just talk like adults, without you raising your voice. Grow up." And she leaves.

Wow!!

"And..." I say but she interrupts me.

"Don't."

We had only 10 customers today, it's more than we expected. The way this store doesn't make money.

As we're about leave in comes a man, oww it's Shamila's boyfriend.

Shamila rushes to him. "What did he say?"

"He's buying it, and I've come back you're moving in with me right?"

She screams out excitment." Yess yess yess."

What is all this about, I'm so confused right now. She can't move out, what is gonna happen to me? I can't stay with Uncle now can I ?

"Oww Ro I'm selling the store and I'm finally moving in with David."

Silence.

"Oww uh..."

"Rochelle atleast pretend like you're happy for us."

"No it's not that, I'm just wondering. You're selling the store and uh what's gonna happen to me?"

"Find a job. So that you can move out of my dad's house. What did you expect? We also have lives. I can't take care of you. "

"Yea she's right, go make some friends and get a boyfriend or something. You can't depend on her." David says.

"I'm not talking to you David. Stay out of this." I raise my voice.

"No, he's right. You getting angry because he's telling the truth Rochelle, he's my boyfriend and he can get involved. As soon as you get home, you should start packing because my dad's girlfriend is moving in."

What??

"What,you're out of words now? I'm not sorry about all this just because you don't have parents doesn't mean we should all feel sorry for you and leave our lifes behind to take care of you."

Oh no she didn't.

"How dare you talk about my parents, this has nothing to do with them." I yell.

She yells back. "Just go back to where you come from. Me and my dad can't do anything because you're here, And I now I share my own bedroom with your stupid ass I can't have my privacy."

"Oww so that how you guys feel?"

"Yes."

I turn around and run I don't know where to but I run.

I've been running for 10 minutes now and as I cross the street running a car comes hitting me.

And after that I don't remember what happened. Everything is blank and I hope I die.

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