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25/08/2011

Kaylah Dawson

10:54 am

I can't take this job. No way. I'll find another job, any other job, but I cannot work with Maya Carter.

I can't believe I spoke to her yesterday, as if everything she did was nothing, as if we were friends. My hand lifted to my collar bone where I remembered she'd left her mark on me, causing me to flinch as if she was still here touching me.

The people who abuse the love others have for them are not the same as people who pretend to love people back, they aren't even the same as people who abuse others.

Maya was one of the people who abuse love. She was like an interrogator, sat behind a one way mirror watching with the emotional distance I could only dream about having, able to leave at any time, manipulating everything.

I was always scared of losing you, but I guess you were scared too, scared of losing face, dropping your mask - scared of me seeing who you really are.

The time we had together was like a riot, inevitable fear on both sides, fear that could only be conquered by love - the one thing you couldn't give me.

Martin Luther King Jr once said that riots were the language of the unheard, that they were the way people in inexplicable pain expressed themselves. Maybe you were as broken as I was inside, the inexplicable pain we both felt manifested itself into the damage we have now.

Whatever the reason, it didn't change the fact that I could not work with that woman, I just couldn't. I picked up my phone, this time to call Ben back and decline the offer, when the screen flashed at me. Another unknown number.

Without even thinking this time, I answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Hello there, is this Ms Kaylah Dawson?" A soft voice replied, defenitely a woman.

"Yes it is, who is this?"

"I'm Jessica, a nurse at Seattle Grace Hospital. Your mother, Amalia Dawson was brought in this morning after being found to have fallen down the stairs after having a seizure. You were the emergency contact listed in her notes."

For the second time today my whole world stopped, I don't know how much more I could take. "M-my mother? Is she okay? Was it serious?"

"Her condition is stable, and she will make a full recovery, the doctors would like to keep her in for observations and brain mapping to try and locate the cause of the seizure." The nurse told me

"Thank God." I breathed in relief. "Wait, how are the bills being paid?"

"Erm, let me find out for you." Jessica replied, the sound of her keyboard clacking telling me she was bringing up the records. "It says here the funds will come from you."

"What! I'm not even employed right now, how is that possible."

"Well, after your sister's untimely death, the responsibilities she had for your mother were passed on to you, I'm sure you'd have been notified of that."

"I think I'd know if I'd been notified that I'd have to fork out thousands of dollars for health insurance Jessica." I hissed under my breath.

"Pardon?"

"Oh nothing, how much will this come up to please?" I sighed, hoping it wouldn't be that much.

"$62,653 and 25 cents."

My jaw dropped onto the floor, my eyes widening in shock. And what was with the extra 25 cents? As if breaking my bank wasn't enough, they also want me searching in my sofa cushions for loose change?

I  couldn't even think about that right now. "So my mother," I said, moving on from the talk of costs. "Can I speak to her?"

"Not right now, she isn't awake yet, she had surgery to fix her arm which was badly broken after her fall, but we can call you back when she is awake?" Jessica said, her sickly sweet tone not changing at all throughout our conversation making me want to slam the phone straight down her throat.

"Yes please, thankyou." I spat out a "Goodbye" before ending the phone. I'm not sure what I did in my past life to deserve the bad karma I'm receiving right now, but I'm prepared to apologize to whoever necessary at this point.

I scrolled down my recent calls until I was staring at the still unsaved number I now knew was BioVitality. Breathing out a heavy sigh, I clicked on the number to dial it.

I can't work with her? Right?

One ring.

Then again, I might not even have to speak to her?

Two rings.

And it's not like I don't need the money, even if the whole business with my mom hadn't happened - although that's definitely added to my reasoning.

"Hello?" Ben's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey Ben, it's Kaylah."

"Oh hello Kaylah." Ben replied, clearly remembering me.

"So, what details need to be confirmed, and when do I start?"

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