Burns & Bruises

Chapter 15|Wheezing

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Azriel Thompson POV
Tuesday, March 21st
5:15 pm

I position the big soup pot that survived the scorching fire right under the taps coming from the roof.

Placing my hands on my hips, I walk around the room with my head facing the ceiling, looking for any drips of water. The ceiling looks completely socked with water and my heart pains at the thought of it caving in with us here.

I reach for another pot and place it exactly under the drips of water coming from the ceiling.

I quickly make my way over to one of the pots that are about to flow over, I throw the water through the door and reposition the pot where it was before.

A sigh leaves me, as the sound of the rain pouring sounds heavier than it was an hour ago.

I lift a sleeping Maleek out of his stroller and place him on a nice size sponge that I bought yesterday when I went into town. It has now become our bed, the place where we spend most of our time.

It isn't the most comfortable but it has to do. I placed it on one of the plyboards that were left after Donna decided to take whatever it was that she wanted and left little to nothing left.

I place him close to the wall, to give me more room to sleep but not too close that he would be pressed against it.

A cough comes from him and I sigh. I reach over to the little set-up that I have here for us and take up the bottle of rubbing alcohol before spreading it all over my hand and rubbing his head.

Yesterday,  I spent most of the day after coming back from Town fixing up this place to be of some comfort to us until I figure something out.

It isn't what we are used to but it will have to do. To make matters worse I have been trying to get in contact with my supervisor to get some days off but my calls all go unanswered.

Another cough comes from Maleek and I pull him close to me, placing him on my chest I pull the sheet to swallow us both. He's a bit warm and that has me worried.

I run my hands up and down his back soothingly as I think of my next move.

I honestly believe that when salt was being given away by God, mi receive the whole a it.

The sound of the thunder causes Maleek's body to jerk and a tear slips from my eye.

It's hard living like this, especially with him. I don't feel like we will be able to survive this and I have been thinking of maybe giving into Raymon's demands and giving Maleek to him until I am able to make something of myself.

He's too innocent to be living a life like this. I never wanted a life of struggle for him and I see it as being selfish of me to rob him of being taken care of well, way better than I am able to provide by keeping him away from Donna and Raymon.

I honestly just want to disappear, I want to leave all of this behind me and start new and fresh. I never want to ever have to be in the presence of Donna or even Raymon.

I just want to evaporate from existence.

I am tired and I am tired of being tired.