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

Chapter 10

"Mom, I am home!" Abigail yelled out while stepping over their doormat. She placed her bags down onto the couch, while looking around for her mother. "She isn't home." She realized, walking to the small fridge they owned. Opening it, she could see a half bottle of cooled orange juice ready to be drank. "Yess." She quickly sipped from it, but stopped when the sudden brain-freeze kicked in. "Oh fuck." She groaned massaging her forehead.

Putting it on the counter to warm up a bit, she went to dress into a much comfy jumper dress, which reached her knees. As much as she was angry at Valeria for sending her home, she was grateful too, letting herself finally relax.

But before truly letting loose, she needed to run a few errands, starting with paying last month's rent.

With a sigh, she stood up from the couch, aka her bed, and grabbed her purse, fishing out her last bills, leaving only $100 in total.

Abigail was a bit worried about not having more money on her, but on Friday she would finally get her new paycheck, and until then she would put half of it in her spare-pot hidden under one of the cupboards.

She has been putting money aside for three years now, even if it was just a few pennies or dollars; she would hide it in a safe place in case of an emergency. Truth to be told, she first started this so she could eventually pay for her university tuition, but now, as three years had already passed and she only had $2 000 in her jar, she started to lose hope that she would ever be a teacher.

With a disappointed face, she put the container back to its place, not wanting to count the money again.

Walking to the door, she was immediately hit by the hot sun, burning her already brown skin as she walked towards Blair's run down 'office'. She always hated being in the disgusting trailer, but she could only pay this way.

Knocking on the door, she heard a faint 'come in'.

Taking in a huge breath she opened the creaking door stepping inside the too warm office.

"Ah, Abigail...what can I thank that you had finally brought my money?" the old woman leaned on her elbows eyeing the girl's wallet.

"An angel visited me in my dreams..." the girl said throwing 500$ in front of the woman.

"No need to be grumpy, Abby." The woman smirked at the bratty remark. "This month's rent is due next week Tuesday." She counted the bills looking at the girl questioningly. "You paying fully this time?"

"Yes." And with that she turned around and left, as the woman yelled after her, lighting a cigarette for the ninth time today.

"Don't forget! Tuesday!"

~*~

"Abby? What are you doing home so early?" her mother came through their door, wheeling next to the standing Abigail.

"They sent me home to relax." She put the chicken breasts in the pan. "So, I took this time to pay the rent, cook, and clean up a bit." She smiled at her mother. "Were you with the kids?"

"Yes." Her mother let out a tired sigh. "As summer vacation is approaching, they are more hyperactive." She pulled out a $20 bill placing it on the counter. "The parents paid."

"I am glad, mama." She bent down and placed a kiss on her mother's cheek. Erica was a teacher in an elementary school, surrounded by small kids all day, but after her accident they didn't let her go back, making her stuck at home all day jobless with a daughter to feed.

This was before she offered the neighbors, who had small kids, that she would watch out for them, babysitting and teaching them a bit. Obviously, as the parents were working their ass off, and they couldn't afford schooling, they gratefully accepted Erica's humble offer, everyone chipping in with a few dollars as her salary. This has been two years ago, and Abigail's mother was still needed here and there, which she was happy for.