In Another Life

Chapter One

It was Friday night and I got off work early since it was my birthday. I had told Jennifer, my manager, that I didn't mind working my full shift today but she insisted that I had to absolutely take the day off and spend it with my "guy friend".
"I'm not sure Jennifer I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know my birthdays today."
"Girl, what are you guys anyway, I told you already what I think of what you have going on with him." Once when I was at another one of my lows I was seeking for advice and my mother was busy so I had to talk to Jennifer. And Yes I actually have a friendship with the woman who birthed me through excruciating pain. I owe her at least my friendship for being able to handle my cry's as a baby and as an adult.
"Hey, you don't need him to enjoy your birthday anyways, and if he doesn't remember then that should be another reason for you to leave him...including the hundred other reasons with it as well"
"I heard that"
"Look you already know what I think about you two and your situation-ship or whatever you have going on. I just don't think your strong enough for when the day comes and he doesn't want anything to do with you."
"Harsh..."
"You know I will always tell you the truth, okay, I just feel like its better for you to end things on your terms. Before he does"
"Yeah I know I just...I-"
"You don't have to tell me, just clock out and have fun okay that all your manager wants from you today okay?"
"Okay"

I go home and find a note from my mom.
-hey baby, happy birthday and lots of kisses! Sorry I couldn't be home with you tonight. I left your cake in the fridge and your favorite on the stove. Also a lil something in your dresser. Lots of love. MOM-
I love her. I really wouldn't know how to communicate without my mother. Is that bad? Maybe but I really don't care.
I go straight to the cake.
I go to my room and find the present my mom was talking about in her note. I open the blue box wrapped in a yellow tinsel like bow.
She had left me a wedding album of dad and her with the addition of an empty white photo album that said "for your one day love I know you deserve"
What the fuck? What was she trying to say was this really my moms fucking gift for me??
I leave the gift in the side of my bed underneath the chair with my blanket.
Well now I have nothing else to do then to eat, but I really shouldn't.

I go outside and lay on the porch.
I wonder.. No I shouldn't wonder
I grab my phone and go through my recent phone calls.
His deep voice. That's all I wanted to hear that's all I want and Ill hang up and done. That's what I promised myself or what I should have promised myself.
"Hello?"
I was silent for a bit and before I could respond back.
"Claire? Are you okay? You want to come over?"
"I uhm- no well I mean no I just wanted to see what you were doing.. sorry I know it's pretty late at night just yeah.."
"Umm nah I'm just chilling in my room do you want me to come over are you okay?"
"Yeah sorry I don't even know why I called sorry I'll let you go.."
"No Claire wait, just come over you want me to pick you up or can you drive here?"
"Ill drive ill see you in a bit okay?"
"Sounds good see ya in a bit bye Claire"
the call ends

Bye Angel