A Few Steps To Your Heart

Chapter 5

Gavin

Gavin was sure he had gotten rid of the woman by now, but she knocked on the door. He sighed, leaning his head in his hand, hating that she couldn't understand his clear message.

"Sleeping!" he yelled.

"Not if you're talking!" she countered.

Gavin rolled his eyes. "What?"

Georgia opened the door and poked her head inside, but he only glanced at her before giving her his back.

"I'm leaving."

"Oh, came to say goodbye?" he taunted.

"Yes, an actual goodbye," she explained.

Gavin turned around, looking at her. "What?"

"You don't want me here," she said.

"You're correct. Finally understanding it?"

"I am. I understood it right away when you said you didn't."

"But as you said, you weren't hired by me."

"Exactly, but I'm not sure how I see myself helping you recover when you clearly want me far gone," Georgia said.

"I do want you far gone," he agreed.

"Then I'm gone!"

"Good," he said but saw that she wasn't leaving. "Anything else?"

"Yes, maybe be less of a dick."

"What?" He blinked rapidly, and she smiled a little.

"Your parents are trying hard. Maybe try harder too."

"Oh, they are trying hard?" he mocked.

"They are. Give them at least something."

"You don't know my story or what I have been through."

"And you don't know what they are going through. You're still their son. You aren't dead," she countered.

"I wish..."

Georgia

Georgia knew she wasn't meant to catch that, but she did. She stared at him, shocked, hearing just how deeply he had sunk into his black hole. But he didn't repeat his words, and she didn't ask him to.

"Anything else?" he inquired.

"No..." she whispered.

"Good."

Georgia looked at him for a moment longer, then closed the bedroom door. She returned to the kitchen where Martha was waiting, holding some cash in her hand for the day.

"Here."

Georgia looked at it for a moment when she was suddenly brought back to what Gavin said, wishing he was dead.

"I can't take them," Georgia said.

Martha looked confused. "It's alright," she said. "You can. You still performed a job."

"I know, but I would rather wait until the end of the month."

"Excuse me?"

"I think I will stay," Georgia said, seeing Martha light up like a Christmas tree.

"You will?" she asked.

"I will."

"Oh, that's fantastic!" Martha threw her hands together before she went and hugged Georgia. She was a small woman compared to Martha, who towered over her, and she felt almost enveloped by the woman. "Thank you!"

"No need."

"No, there is every need!" she said and pulled back.

"He will hate it," Georgia warned.

"Good!"

"Excuse me?"

His mother chuckled, though, and Georgia felt confused.

"That's good?" she inquired.

"I'm just glad that he didn't scare you off so soon. Maybe this will teach him something too."

"I don't know about that."

"But it might." She winked at Georgia, who smiled a little. Georgia gathered her things, while Martha seemed unable to contain her excitement.

"I will see you tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow," Martha agreed.