TW: Cuts
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- Trish -
"Trish baby, the car's ready. We better get going now or we'll be late for our next gig at Jack's" Avery called me
"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec" I was still peeking from backstage trying to find someone in the crowd. After minutes of looking, I saw her lying her head in the table. It seems like she was asleep and some dude was staring at her and smirking. I rushed to the counter asking about her
"Bob, do you happen to know where she lives?"
"She? Who?" Bob replied
"Oh, that woman sitting there" I pointed to where she was seated as I gestured my hand to point out that I needed his answers immediately.
"Ah, Miss Blanchett!" he uttered joyously
"Yeah??? If that's her name" "So? Where? And do you know someone who can fetch her here? She seems drunk"
"Oh yes and no. Yes I know her address in fact her car's in the parking lot. She owns the white Subaru and no, I don't know someone who can fetch her here"
"But the good thing is that I have her key, she usually gives her keys to me when she's here. Told me that if she's too drunk to go home, I can just call someone or I can drive her home. But, my shifts not gonna end until 11 pm, so I might be taking her home later" he added
"You know you just gave me her information without even asking me why right?" Bob gave me a frightened expression and I chuckled "Relax, I will not do something so stupid, and can I take her home?" Bob smiled at what I said and patted me on the shoulder "Take good care of her Trish, people will kill and haunt us if something happens to her" I gave him a reassuring nod and walked towards the lady
"hey back off" as I shooed that dude who has been staring at her for more than a minute
"Hey Miss, I am Trish and I'll take you home. I'm a friend of Bob's and this speakeasy's owner. Is that okay?" She suddenly stood up and her eyes were staring at me, her arms brushing against mine. This is weird, why am I feeling this? It's like I knew her for so long but I cannot even remember why.
"I canshdtwstywfthwvhfsk" she tried standing up but she was too drunk and I ended up lifting her with all my might
"Miss, you're too drunk. Don't worry I'll drive you home" We reached the car that Bob has told me earlier and I glanced at the passenger seat where she was sleeping and snoring. I chuckled, she's too cute and too adorable getting drunk for his age
15 minutes later
We have reached the address that Bob gave me, I was like an ignorant girl who has seen this kind of neighborhood for the first time. Well, it's true. I have never been to a rich village until now. I almost forgot that I am here to take the woman beside me home.
"Miss? Wake up, we're here" She's too drunk and still snoring so, I ran to her house *I really wished Bob gave me the right address* I tried ringing the doorbell twice and luckily a woman in a blue uniform opened the door.
"Hi, I'm here to bring Miss --- Miss Blanket" Shit, I forgot what Bob called her earlier. So, I pointed her to where the car was parked
"Oh, It's Miss Blanchett, thank you dear" Fcvk where the hell did, I get the Blanket??? It's Blanchett, you idiot.
The woman called a name, and another woman in a blue uniform came rushing. I guess they were her house helper by the looks of their elegant uniforms.
"We'll take it from here dear, thank you again, and oh, do you have someone to fetch you?" the older woman asked me
"I'll just call a cab, ma'am" I answered politely
"Are you sure? The driver can take you home"
"Yes, ma'am, I'm sure. No need, thank you"
I waited for them to enter the house, and by the looks of it. The lady that I brought home was really rich. I picked up my phone from my pocket and fuck, 15 missed calls from Avery and a single text from Margarette.
Margarette:
That's it, you're out.
I froze as I read the text from Margarette, fvckk this life. I ditched the gig at Jack's for driving home that woman who I really did not know.
What the fcvkk am I thinking, what the fvck did I do.
I reached my apartment and immediately starfished myself in the bed. Tears started to blur my visions and thoughts started to occupy my head. How will I even afford this apartment if I have no job? How will I ever afford to live every day? I'm really really tired.
I'm tired of this fcvking life
Tired of constantly pleasing people
Tired of just being who I am
Tired of people always leaving me without giving me reasons
Tired of people getting tired of me and giving up
Can I just die now?
I felt dizzy, my arm and leg stinging from the cuts, as I closed my eyes, I feel like I am being swallowed by a dark hole. Not sure of what's in there, but I'd willingly submit myself if this means ending the constant pain.
I'm tired of fighting.
