Meeting God. {h.s}

1. Fired.

"You're fired." The words come out of my douche bag bosses mouth harshly. I widen my eyes and my breathing completely stops as I stare at him in shock.

"No. Please, no. I have my rent due in a couple of days. I-I-I really need this job. You don't understand-" I beg but he interrupts me while sighing.

"Andrea, I'm really sorry. But you just aren't quick enough in the sandwich station." He says while shrugging. Yes. I work at freaking subway, and I'm one of the sandwich makers, and people were complaining saying that I'm too 'slow and rude'.

I gulp. "Fine. Then let me work in the back as garbage or maybe even the cleaning station. Please Mike."

"No sorry Andrea. The spots are all closed. You know if there was a spot left I'd give-" while he's talking I grab my coat and angrily leave the stupid fucking shop, not in the mood for his pity.

All that's going inside my mind is how I'm going to pay my rent. It's due in a week and I have at least a couple hundred bucks to fill in. And I don't want to ask my parents. They're the richest, snobbiest people and honestly if I even ask, I'll get lectured about why I moved out in the first place.

I'm now on my way to the bank to check my latest debit card savings and how much I have left. I usually never ever do this, but recently I've been coming to the bank a lot more. And each time I come, The amount of money in my account lowers even more since I have to eat and but groceries and stuff.

And I never admitted this until now but, I'm loosing money. And I need more quick.

I open the bank door once I realized I'm at Bank Of America and walk towards the ATM machine, typing in my pin. I tap my index finger on the side over and over again while biting me lips being the nervous reck I am too see how much money I have left.

Then it shows on the screen.

Current Balance; $879.59

I swear you could've heard my heart breaking slowly. This is all I had left. My rent is $2200 and I don't have nearly close to that. My chances even lower now that I'm jobless. Fuck it, I won't even eat anymore if that's what it takes.

Okay no maybe that's not the best solution, I have to eat.

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck.me. I grunt and bang my fist Against the ATM machine causing Everyone to jump a bit but I didn't care. I sighed and closed my eyes as I rested my head against the ATM machines screen.

As my eyes are closed, I clench my thought as the only option I have right now. And that is to call my parents. The last thing I wanted to even fucking do. But I have no choice. I can't live in such a tight budget.

I finally stand up from my resting position fro the ATM and lick my lips while clicking the 'X' button on the screen and walk out of the bank.

As I'm walking I take out my phone and go to my contacts book, finally spotting the words 'Dad'.

I close my eyes and sigh while clicking the call button and put it towards my eyes. I walk 8 more steps while the phone was still ringing. Just as I was about to hang up someone answers.

"Well hello dear. What brings you here? " My dad says through the phone since he knows I rarely am the one to call first, since they usually call me.

I bit my lip. "Hi dad," I clear my throat. "Im- uh kind of in a bit of a situation-" I pause waiting for him to reply with something.

"And that is?" He questions me.

"I need money."