Only you

Chapter 4 | Hope

I always asked my mother how she knew she was in love and she always told me you would see it in their eyes. That if they loved you enough, you'd feel it every time they looked at you, but I wondered if that was true because every time my mother looked at my father all I saw was anger and regret with a little bit of hope.

Hope that my father would stop treating her like shit. Hope that my father would come home and show his love to his wife like he used to. Deep down I couldn't help but feel that she had some hope that another man would come and save her like my father once did and, for her, I couldn't help but hope that someone would. I only wished that I could've.

That I could've helped her.

But I couldn't. I was helpless.

Just like how I felt right now.

My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion as I walked down the aisles of the grocery store. I couldn't even think of what the hell I needed so I decided to just get the stuff I already had before I passed out in the middle of the goddamn aisle. I paid and walked out but stopped short when I spotted a mother with three kids, two boys and one girl. She held a sign that asked for any spare change, but it was painfully obvious that she needed more than change.

She needed a roof for her children and food to keep them alive. My heart felt heavy for them, all she wanted to do was make her children happy, something she couldn't give them. I walked over to them and pulled my black wallet out from my trench coat, handing the mother four-hundred dollars. She stared at the money and shook her head at me.

I told her to take it because she needed it more than me and she thanked me multiple times while tears rolled down her cheeks. I smiled at her and hoped God would be nice enough to save the poor women and her children before I walked to my car and drove back to my apartment.

I entered the lobby to my apartment, my black heels hitting the marble floors loudly causing Pete to glance my way.

"Could I help you with those Miss. Delivaga?" he offered to help me with a big smile, but before I could tell him no, he grabbed three bags out of my hands knowing I wouldn't deny his kind gesture.

"You don't have to Pete, I got it," I said to him trying to take the bags back from his hands, but he yanked them away.

"I don't mind Elisia, I have nothing else better to do," he reassured me, giving me a warm smile while walking to the elevators and letting me step in first like the gentleman he was.

Once we reached my floor, I argued with him that I could go the rest of the way, but he didn't listen and continued to walk to my apartment door. I stopped halfway feeling a heavy weight on my chest, getting a strange feeling about something, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Are you okay Miss. Delivaga?" Pete asked me worriedly, but I shook off the feeling and convinced him that I was fine.

Shit, I must've been very fucking tired.