The Hard Knock Life

Part 20

3 WEEKS LATER

"Hey, hey, hey! I got my G1, guys!" I said walking through the entrance of the living room, ecstatic.

"That's great," Celia said, eyes glued to the TV.

"How'd you get your license? You're pregnant." August said, confused.

I placed my bag on the coffee table and took a seat on the single couch next to Celia.
"I'm filthy rich, I can do whatever I want." I said.

I saw Celia roll her eyes in my peripheral view.

"Well, you still can't officially drive anywhere on your own." August said.

"August, you need to relax. Be patient. Everything will work itself out in due time. Did you get the car fixed? It's not in the drive way." I said, gesturing to the door.

"It's at the shop right now." He said before putting a popcorn in his mouth.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who brought it to the shop?" I said cautiously, leaning forward in my seat.

"I called a tow truck. I'm not dumb, Abigail." He said smart-allically.

Yes, smart-allically.

"And how are we going to pick it up, genius?" I said.

"The bus, duh!" He said as he threw a popcorn at me. Like a boss, I caught it in my mouth. He scowled and I knew I won that one.

"You better be able to pay for your insurance," Celia said. "Oh wait, I almost forgot. You're filthy rich-"

"I can do whatever I want!" I cut her off, throwing my hands in the air in excitement. "See, you're beginning to understand."

"Right." She said.

My phone chimed and I saw a text come in from Mr. I-don't-know-who:

No amount of money will make me go away he said.

"What the hell, am I bugged or something?!" I yelled in frustration, almost ripping my clothes off of me.

"What happened?" August said.

"This guy, I don't know who he is, but he won't leave me alone. He won't stop messaging me and I think that's where the flower came from." I looked at Celia, "that guy that day that I told you randomly messaged me. Remember when we were eating chips and August had to go study?" I said.

"That guy?" She said in shock. "I thought that was over. He still bothers you?"

"Yes! More and more frequently now. He's stalking me and he won't stop." I fell back into the couch slouching and rubbing my forehead. It was all so overwhelming; I couldn't handle it.

"Maybe we should call the cops."

"No!" August said at the same time as me. He, more emphasis than me. I was emotionally and physically drained.

"We can find a way to get him to stop ourselves." August said.

"The police have better equipment. It's only logical." She said.

"It's not so serious right now." I said, all emotions now gone.

"So then we should stop it before it gets any more serious! Are you guys even thinking straight?!"

I could hear her frustration when I had closed my eyes.

"Give me your phone." She demanded.

I gave it to her willingly.
"What are you gonna do?" I mumbled. I was beginning to fall asleep.