Liberation [Disclosure sequel] h.s

10

Evelyn

Three days in this one-bedroom apartment and I was already banging my head against the wall out of boredom. If sleeping on the first night we got to the United States was easy, jet lag now was hitting me like a rock even four days after being in here. Usually, I would go to bed really early in the evening and wake up when the sun was still hours away from rising, which didn't help at all my loneliness as that was the time Harry was usually asleep as he was not bothered at all by the jet lag.

That's when he came home at decent hours, and by decent, I mean anytime before three in the morning. Tonight, was not one of those nights. I fell asleep right after dinner, which consisted of a bowl of cereal as it was the only food we had bought, and now it was three in the morning and I was already wide awake ready to start my day. But Harry was still nowhere to be seen. I begin to get worried something might have happened to him but there is nothing I can do, only wait for him to return.

I get up from the two-seat sofa where I have been sleeping since I got here, never sharing the bed with Harry. Because I fall asleep so early, I always end up sleeping here, also the living room is by the door which means I can be alert in case something happens. This place was nothing special, but it was definitely no dumpster, much better than the motel we slept at on the first night here.

After we got to Boston, Harry and I were not on speaking terms because of the millionth discussion we had. I remained in the car while he tried to find an available apartment anywhere in the city. There was a commercial in a local newspaper of a one-bedroom apartment asking a nice price for it. We bought a pre-paid phone to contact the person and luckily they were desperate to rent it, they accepted renting us for as long as we needed. There was no paperwork needed and all money would be handled in cash which was the best for us.

The apartment itself was not bad by any means, it was not in the best part of Boston but I also don't think it is situated in the worst part of it. Not that I have gotten outside much to explore, it just doesn't seem very fun to do on your own. So in the last two days, I have seen the first four seasons of Friends, I almost felt like my eyes would fall off if I watched TV for another minute. The only times I headed outside was to go to the grocery store just a block away from the apartment to get some food, and even so, I have only done it once since we got here. Tomorrow, if we are still here, I need to actually buy substantial food, I don't think my stomach can handle another day eating cereal.

I turn on the lamp which is placed on a small table next to the sofa, lighting up the room. I sigh seeing the mess we have made after living here for only three days. I should clean this place because it is making me feel miserable, more than I already feel if that is even possible. The coffee table was full of beer cans and empty cereal bowls. The beers were Harry's, it seems to be the only thing he accepts to drink or eat even if it is not considered food. If he eats when he is out and about I don't know, but when he is in this apartment with me, it is the only thing I have seen him drink.

He doesn't drink to the point of getting drunk, if he does it then he is good at hiding it. Not that we talk much for me to know the effect these beers have on his empty stomach. It scares me the way he resorts to drinking when things are not looking bright, it brings back not very pleasant memories of my childhood when my dad used to take refuge in drinking. Hopefully, with Harry this would just be a phase, also I never saw him doing the things my dad used to do when he was wasted.

But then, things usually start like this.

I decided to take my mind out of it by taking the empty cans of beer to the kitchen which was connected to the living room and placing them in the bin. I need three trips to be able to take all the empty cans away from the living room, making it look already a little tidier. My movements are very slow as this is an apartment on the third floor of a building, which means I am surrounded by neighbours who I'm guessing like to sleep at three in the morning. The last thing I want is to be bothered by an angry neighbour complaining about the noise I am making.