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Chapter 5

what would I have to do for 400 pounds?

Everything in me resists pressing send, but I do it anyway. On Saturdays, I have to work later, so the training is in the morning. Mornings aren't really my thing, but once I'm at the dance studio, I never regret it. My morning isn't the usual morning anyway. My morning is noon. Thankfully, my boss knows this and never schedules me before ten o'clock (maybe it's also because I'm always late if I have to come in earlier).

The transition from something I love to a job that wears me out is depressing. That's why I hate Saturdays the most. 

Besides, I spoke with Robin and Michelle this morning, telling them we could try the competition. And both were very excited (I'm talking jumping for joy and squealing). It was only when they heard that it would only be enough for three of us (plus Michelle and Robin who would pay their tickets themselves) that the disappointment resurfaced. How are we supposed to win like this? We'll look like a beginner group. If you've already found an investor, wouldn't it make sense for him to invest a bit more so we can actually win and pay him back?

"We don't have to pay him back." I sighed as she looked to the ground. Nevertheless, I couldn't help myself. I mean, Robin and I broke up, but on good terms, so I still like to see her happy. Besides, we have the same goal. I also want to finally do something new with my life. So I promised her that I would see what I could do. After all, what that man was asking from me in return wasn't that bad. I just need to swallow my pride.

When I get back from the shower, I lie on my bed and light a cigarette. Then I check my phone.

200 per night. That would be 2 nights.

here's the problem

i need it by sunday

I will contact you later.

I throw my phone away and finish smoking my cigarette. But my phone vibrates again, so I pick it up. It isn't him.

Hello Oscar, how are you? My mother wrote. Would you take the weekend off to take care of your sister? Your father and I wanna go out.

yes

I type another message, but hesitate before I send it. I stare at it. im doing very good. Then I delete it again.

always

I really don't like my family, but my little sister is an angel. She doesn't fit in with them at all. I'd love to spend more time with her and get her away from that shit hole.

I'm late for work because I fell asleep without setting my alarm. Waking up in panic, I basically run to the bus I now have to take since my motorcycle's broken. I've had a terrible nightmare about my parents. Including my sister, suffering under their toxicity. However, me being late is why I can't read my messages until my break at three o'clock.

I can't give you that much until Sunday. I can go with half.

then half?

one night and staying in contact with you

for 200

Deal.

when do we meet? how's this workin