Everything's gonna be alright (English)✅

Chapter 22

Slowly we turn again so that we look straight ahead, on the sidewalk. Our hands touch slowly and suddenly he grabs my hand... silently we go to the bus stop. Once there, we sit on the bench in the bus stop house. Then he takes this note out of his jacket pocket again, he folds it up and scribbleds something on it again.

"What are you always doing?"

I look at him and he quickly stuffs the note back into his jacket pocket.

"Nothing at all..."

He looks at me a little scared, then he stammers something...

"Such a hobby..."

He's staring at the floor and I realize that I'd better not talk to him about it...

"Uhm...I'd better go to my place again today to get a few things from there..."

Marshall just looks at me questioningly...whether English would be better after all?

"I should walk home and get some things to wear..."

His face slowly clears up and he answers.

"Yeah, but not alone, I'll come with ya'...let's do it now..."

"Uhm, fine, we can walk to my house, it's just a few blocks..."

"Sure, com'on..."

We get up, great, waited for the bus completely for nothing...no matter...we walk along the streets until we finally stand in front of my house. Fortunately, no car is parked in the driveway. We stop again on the sidewalk and look at each other.

"Wait outside and... be carefully..."

"Sure..."

"I'll be back in 5 minutes..."

"Yeah"

I walk towards the house, pull my key out of my jacket pocket and poke around in the door lock. No one is at home except me... I go up the steps to my room, look for a suitcase and throw all my things in there. That's all I own. Everything I have is now in this suitcase. But before I leave, I quickly stumble into my parents' bedroom again. I rummage in a drawer and find my father's Swiss pocket knife. You never know...

I stuff it into my jacket pocket, grab my suitcase and go down the stairs. I run quickly into the kitchen, open the cupboard under the sink and take out a coffee tin. It's the coffee tin. Our emergency money is in there. If my father notices that I have stolen it, he will look for me with his own hands and finally overw it! Ng€n...

They actually always use the money if there is a need for the man, so when they don't have any more stuff to be high...

I stuff a few snippets of paper instead of the money. I open my suitcase, get out a sock and stuff the money in there. I pack the sock in an inner compartment of the suitcase and quickly close it again. I close the coffee box, the cupboard and leave the kitchen. Marshall is suddenly standing in front of me in the hallway. He looks at me scared.

"We gotta go...there's a car..."

"Uhm...follow me"

I run back to the kitchen and push down the rusted doorknob of the back exit. It opens with a creaking noise and we stumble down the narrow stairs with our 7 things.

We run over the small unkempt garden, over into the neighboring garden, along the house wall and onto the alphabetized street... We get completely out of breath...

"Shit, that was close..."

Marshall has a slight smile on his lips. I just nod efficiently and finally sit on my suitcase.

"Yeah..."

I also smile at myself and he holds his hand to me. I take these and get up from the suitcase again. We walk next to each other until we enter the trailer park again. We didn't really talk much again. We enter his trailer. I put down the suitcase in the room and Marshall lets himself sink on the sofa. I'm next to it.

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632 words, 08.12.2022, 14:53

Had the flu, that's why it came a little late now, no matter, here part 22, hope you like it :)

~L.S.