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I sighed sipping on my iced coffee as I continued fill out these adoption paperwork. It was so much paperwork, I knew the process was long but I ain't think it was gon be this exhausting.
I glanced at my phone seeing Sorell calling making me grab my phone. I swiped to answer the facetime before her face popped up with tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I frowned.
"Can you come over please? I need someone to talk to" She cried.
I really had no desire to go over Tre's house after what Rico did to me. I was avoiding him at all costs.
"Why can't you come over here?" I sighed.
"You see me over here crying you want me to cry & drive at the same time? What if I get inna accident?" She spat.
"Then just don't cry" I said in a duh tone.
"Esme pleaseeee I need someone to talk to" She whined.
I sighed finally giving in. "Ok" I spat.
I can't wait to adopt soon. I'm gonna use that as an excuse for everything. Just me and my daughter bonding in my cute condo.
"I'll be over there soon" I said.
"How soon?" She sniffled.
"In like 4 hours" I said.
"Why can't you come now?" She frowned.
"Because I'm busy" I said.
"Busy doing what bro" She frowned.
"I'll be over in a few hours, take it or leave it" I said.
"Fine" She spat before she hung up in my face.
I rolled my eyes before I went back to my paperwork. I knew I wasn't gonna be finished this paperwork for at least another hour or two. Sorell was just gon have to wait.
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I sighed walking into Tre's house using my key. Tre's house used to be an escape for me, but now all it did was remind me of my trauma and coming over here definitely ain't help the fact that the house I grew up in was right across the street from Tre's house where my own my mom killed herself in that house. I didn't feel safe anywhere anymore and that's exactly why I only leave my apartment for work and to go grocery shopping.
