A single Promise (Wegberg trilogy 1.) (Lesbian story) COMPLETED

Chapter 2

Abigail Moreno was tired.

The 5'3 tall girl could barely stand after her night shift. Working in a small retro restaurant near the ghetto, she started at 8 am as a waitress working till closing time, then staying behind doing the left-over washing up and cleaning as an extra shift.

Now at 2 am the girl was pulling her coat closer on herself while waiting for the late-night bus. Her curly dark hair was in a bun pulling her roots painfully.

"Just thirty more minutes and you can finally take a shower." She told herself.

Smelling like oily French fries and cheap burgers she only wished for a relaxing hot shower and at least a 10-hour long sleep.

Hearing the old tires squeaking on the wet asphalt, she let out a thankful sigh. Fishing out her bus pass, she happily climbed the steps.

"Good evening, Sir!" she greeted the old man, who always got the night shift.

"More like good morning!" he laughed out loud.

With a polite smile she nodded and sat down on her favorite chair. It was far from the driver, saving her from unnecessary chatting, while close enough in case of an emergency.

Turning to the windows she glanced at the bright city lights. She worked in the capital city, taking only half an hour for her to arrive at the restaurant every day.

She always hated New York. Almost everyone had a mean face paired with a bored and burnt-out attitude.

'Who am I kidding? I am almost like them.' She only had the burn-out energy left in her at the age of 20, and her life had not even begun.

She graduated from high school two years ago. She wanted to attend university, but her financial situation wasn't that bright. Scholarships were rare and her grades were only average as it was impossible for her to study next to working.

So, she accepted her fate, finding an employer who didn't care about her level of education...

She must've been fallen asleep as the bus driver called backwards loudly.

"Miss, this is your stop!" quickly jumping up from her seat she thanked the man and stepped out into the coldness. Summer was tricky, it was hot in daylight, but when the sun disappeared coldness took its place.

Walking 10 minute to her destination, she entered the old trailer park. Of course, everyone was already sleeping so she tiptoed towards her small pin mills and white flowers. Turning the key quietly, she wasn't surprised to see her mother wide awake waiting for her.

"Why are you never sleeping? I would literally kill for it." She mumbled softly closing and locking the door behind her.

"Don't talk to me like that Abigail!" her mother turned around with her wheelchair grabbing an envelope and giving it to her daughter. "Here, read it."

It was already open.

Attention!

You ought to move out within one month from now on, with your trailers NOT left behind. Sadly, our park was met with strict inevitable rules, as the land we are living on is the property of the government from now on. I apologize on the current situation and hope that everyone will find a new place as soon as possible. For any more information you can find me in my office from 8am to 14pm.

Wishing everyone luck,

Blair Anderson

Landlord