Sight Of Love

My pleasure

"Someone's at the door!" Debbie yells from downstairs.

I carry Liam in my arms, stepping my way downstairs.

"I'll get it." I say. "K." Debbie replies, painting her nails while Carl plays a video game on the tv. I open the door, only to find Jackie. "Hello." I mumble. Liam coos in my arms, chewing on his fist. "Hey, Fiona. Can I come in?" Jackie wonders her eyes, her hands in her jean pockets. I clear my throat and nod."So uh, Brooklyn came by." Jackie tells. "I know." I utter.

"She invited me for a cup of coffee. So I accepted it." Jackie says. I nod and stare at her. "She sat down with me and apologized. Well, for what she did to you because she feels horrible. She asked me about what happened that night when we well.. kissed. And uh, I told her what you did." Jackie explains. I jump Liam in my arms, listening to Jackie as I look at her in worry. "I also told her about yesterday." Jackie clears her throat.

"Yeah well for that she fucking bought me a washing machine. A washing machine can you believe it? Did you tell her to do that?" I question. "A wash-- no I didn't. I just described the situation." Jackie says.

I scoff and rub my face. "Jackie, I don't know what to do or say and I'm just--" I get cut off. "Fiona," Jackie interrupts. "You're going to be okay." Jackie responds. I shake my head and observe the room.

Debbie runs over, stealing a hug from Jackie. "Jackieee!" Debbie squeals. "Hey pumpkin." Jackie chuckles, rubbing Debbie's back as Debs arms are around Jackie's leg. "Come paint nails with me!" Debs reaches for Jackie's hand. Jackie takes her hand and laughs, "May I?" Jackie says. I nod and let her in.

Debbie knees down to the level of the coffee table. Jackie criss crosses across from Debbie. "So, I am painting my nails white and blue." Debbie giggles, dipping the brush into the polish. Jackie smiles and nods. "How have you been anyway?" Debbie questions. I lay back into the couch with Liam in my lap, as he bounces his small feet. "Oh I have been good, life's strange." Jackie shrugs, painting her nails black. "Yeah. You like black?" Debbie says. "I do, mostly on my nails. They fit with every outfit I wear." Jackie states. "Nice." Debbie speaks.

"Holy shit!" Carl yells, pressing his fingers against the controller controls aggressively. "And he speaks." Debbie rolls her eyes. "Move, move, move." Carl mumbles to himself as he plays. Jackie laughs and presses more of the brush onto her nail.

I sigh and sink into the couch, when will my life end.

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I walk out to the balcony on the hotel as I have the yellow gloves on, with my phone in my hands.

"Hello?" Brooklyn answers.

I shake from the cold feeling from the outside. "How much you pay for it?" I ask.

I lean against the balcony. "I'm not telling you, it's a gift." Brooklyn replies.

I shake my head and scoff. "So you'd remember the phone number." Brooklyn adds.
The wind blows against my face. "Your washer's in the yard. We don't need it." I respond. "So you gotta come pick it up before it starts rusting." I say. "Oh, is it?" Brooklyn asks. "No." I reply, blank. I turn my back against the fence.

"Did the guy connect it?" Brooklyn asks, "Yes." I walk back into the room. "It's working okay?" Brooklyn quizzs. "It's not my favorite color." I sarcastically say, leaning against the wall. "Oh, so you've tried it." Brooklyn responds. I close my flip phone and stare at Liam. I smile for a split second before I catch myself.

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I flip the stairway light switch, making my way downstairs to the kitchen. I turn on the kitchen light. I sigh and grab Liam's sippy cup from the fridge. I look in the living room.. to find Ian on the couch and Frank fallen asleep on the floor.

Frank snores.

I walk over to Ian, I sit down on the coffee table. "Just tell me you didn't go and get some girl pregnant." I speak. Ian chuckles, "no worries." Ian throws some ripped foam into Franks mouth.

"He hates me." Ian says. "You just look more like mom than any of the rest of us." I shrug, feeling bad. Ian is such a great kid. I wish he was treated better by dad. "You probably scare him." I add, "oh yeah?" Ian replies. "Yeah." I chuckle.

"He ain't seen nothing yet." Ian smirks. I smile. "He give you money for the field trip?" I ask. "I'll pay my own way." Ian shrugs. I shake my head, "no, you won't." I hand Ian the sippy cup in my hand. I walk over to Frank and grab his leg, shaking it as quarters fall down onto the floor from his pocket. Ian chuckles.

I pick up all the quarters from the floor and tip toe back over, giggling as I put the quarters onto his lap.

"You must get sick of having to think for everyone else." Ian comments. I chuckle and smile, "Atleast it can proves I'm wanted."

"Jesus, Fiona." Ian says, "if all you wanted to be needed, then congratulations." I become confused. "You got yourself a job for life with this joker." Ian throws more foam into Franks mouth.

Ian hands me the sippy cup, heading upstairs.

I look at Frank, my face scrunching up as I slightly cry. I stop myself from crying, exhaling. I go over to Frank and kick my foot, "Hey, get up." I say. "Dad, get up." I raise my voice. He doesn't. I kick him, "get up." I say. "Get up!" I yell at him in anger.

He snores.

I sigh and look down at him. I knee down, I grab his wrist and look at it. I put it to my side and pat my shoulder with his fisted resting hand. "Good job, Fiona." I tell myself. I sniffle, "I don't know how I could do this without you." I mock, "Thanks for all your hard work." I chuckle.

I look down at his hard hands again, I put my other hand on his. "You're welcome, dad." I cup his hand. "My pleasure." I shrug.

I sigh. I grab the sippy cup for Liam from the floor and head upstairs.

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THIS GOT MIXED UP WITH CHAPTER 20, THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE CHAPTER 21!! SORRY FOR MY MISTAKE LOVES ❤️
Poor bb Fi. Well I hope you liked it!
If there is any typos ignore please 🫶🏽
- Xxx, Zee