Love is for Losers

Chapter 5

*Present time of last entry* 

          -Abagail. 

     May 6th, 2015. 4:27 AM 

         I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, as both our our breathing settles down, and he falls asleep. Once I am certain he is asleep, I silently climb out of the bed, putting on my clothes, stealing one of this many jackets off the nearby wall. Taking a wad of cash out of his wallet, and leaving all his cards in there                                          Judging my his home, he obviously has a wife that is out of town or something. Also they obviously both can afford to lose some money. I put on my combat boots, shoving the money in the pocket of the jacket that I'm now wearing, and leave silently. Making sure I haven't left any traceable evidence of my presence. 

       The outfit I have been told to wear is much like Princess Leia's  golden bikini type outfit in Star Wars, except the top is smaller. Just big enough to cover my nipple and a small circular around it. George tells us that we were 'born to pleasure' and if he wasn't our boss, he would have already fucked all of us. When he says that, it makes me cringe because who wouldn't? When a forty-fifty, bald, on the verge of obesity, lonely man looks you up and down and talks about your body like you're a slab of meat that he just wants to taste. Gross...

        I hail a taxi and ride back to Jessica's apartment in silence. The taxi driver, looking me up and down. I flip him off when I start caring that he's getting turned on by my apparel. He quickly looks back at the road, as if he was never looking to begin with.
     When we reach the apartment, I try to pay him fifteen dollars for the ride but he accepts ten instead. I give him the money and smile, then quickly turn around, walking up the steps, and enter  apartment complex nine. Hurrying up to Jessica's area, I open the door and close it behind me, looking around. A children's show called 'Octonauts' is playing the the TV but no one is in the room.

I call out, "Anybody here?" 
        Jessica calls back, a squeal of giggles following her words, "Back bedroom!" 
Grinning, I hurry down the hall and twist around the corner. I'm greeted with the grinning face of my drooling, but adorable baby girl, Mia. Mia can't talk yet. She's only seven months old but she has piercing green eyes, which she inherited from her father because no one that I know of in my family heritage had green eyes. 
     Jessica says in a peppy tone, "Mommy's here!", which causes Mia to squeal in joy, flinging her arms around, and kicking lightly. She's very advanced for her age, I pick her up and hold her on my side, asking her happily, "What's up babygirl?", she responds with a grin and drool bubbles rolling down her cheek. I wipe them away with the sleeve and laugh, "I'll take that as good" 
      Jess stands up, smiling, grabbing her purse, saying "Hey I gotta go. Glad you got home okay. See ya later" 
"See ya", I say, allowing her to kiss my cheek goodbye. It's something we always do because we're best friends. 
      Once I hear the door close and her loud footsteps down the stairs fading off into pure nothingness, I lie Mia in her crib and make the plush toy dance in her face until she gently takes it. Shaking it, she laughs loudly. I smile and quickly twirl around, grabbing some sweat pants and a t-shirt.

         Shoving them on quickly, not caring for a bra because I know my baby doesn't care, and throw my hair up in a pony tail. The laughter has become screaming. I hurry back to the crib, getting a splinter because of the bare wooden floors, and look down at her. She's crying, throwing her arms around, and kicking the air. Picking her up, rocking her, and cooing sweet things to her as she cries loudly in my ear. 
       It is twenty-four minutes until she is finally calmed down. I check her diaper. Nope, that's not it. I try to burp her. Nope, that's not it either. 
I look her in her eyes and ask, "What is it baby?" She just continues to whimper. I pull her back to me, gently messing with the little blonde hair on her tiny head, and carry her into the living room. The living room is connected to the kitchen so I place her high chair next to the couch, in view of the television, and connect the table piece back onto the chair. She watches me, I kiss her forehead and walk into the kitchen. Mia starts to bang her hands against the table, and whines. I call out to her in a childish voice, "Miaaaaa mommy's getting you nom noms" 
         Her banging continues but not as intensely. Mickey Mouse starts playing on the TV, grabbing her attention immediately. As the theme song plays, she giggles, and hits her hands against the table in excitement. I roll my eyes and continue to pour the apple juice into a sippy cup and screwing on the lid. I open the fridge, grabbing the milk and putting the juice back into it's space. Pouring milk into the bowl along with the cereal. 

       After feeding Mia, I pick her up and sit down on the couch with her on my lap. I play with her hands and toes until she's crying. I craddle her in my arms and stand up. Rocking her lightly as I slowly make my way to her crib. It takes twenty-two minutes to get her calmed down and nearly asleep. I kiss her tiny forehead and lay her down in the crib and coo sweet things to her as she falls asleep. Once she is asleep, I close the curtain in the window and walk out of the room. I grab myself an apple but stop. Looking back to the pantry in the corner, I put the apple down and walk towards it. Opening it, I smirk and grab the jar of chocolates that Jessica had hiden in the top of the pantry. 

      Plopping myself onto the sofa and turning the tv to a random channel. It falls on the news and I shrug, might as well watch it. I eat pieces of chocolate and twirl the aluminum covers into tiny balls between my fingers. The news finally starts at five o' clock and I'm wrapped up in a blanket, lying on the couch, and surrounded by foil balls. The blonde women with way too much clevage showing welcomes everyone, then the screen changes to the weather for the week, and I yawn. I'm reaching for the remote when a woman's voice says, "Strange man caught by fishermen multiple miles through the Cheli river. Man looks and speaks normal. Dressed in worn jeans and a red t-shirt, he seems to be your average guy but when police continued to investigate the man. He acted different and said repeatedly that he wanted to go back and that he left here for a reason. After hours of questioning, the officers finally gave up and let the man free. Hmm.." She continues, "In other news,..."  I've stopped listening and I've turned off the TV. My eyelids are getting heavy so I stand up, wapped in the blankets, and lazily carry myself into my bedroom, checking on the sleeping baby, and then falling into my own bed. Quickly, there's complete darkness.