𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈
It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse.
Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters o...
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The last few days, me and Rhys have strayed away from each other. He focuses on meetings, and I focus on paperwork.
Last night, the girls all but dragged me to a club on the other side of the city, and while they all got wasted, I only had one drink and water. Couldn't get drunk like I wanted to, but someone needed to get them home safe.
I huff, adjusting the bag of groceries as I rush to the cover of my porch, rain falling. My hair sticks to my face, blocking my vision.
I hurry onto my porch, setting my bag down and getting my keys out. I had some money that I kept out for groceries, and since I'm off today, I figured I'd go shopping. It isn't much, but it's enough to last me.
I walk to my door, ready to unlock it, but my face falls at the note on the door.
EVICTION NOTICE
My heart drops. No, this can't be happening. He said Friday. I still have time.
I rip the note off my door. The locks have been changed, blah blah blah. I jiggle the doorknob, as if it's going to open it. "Damn it, damn it!" I smack my palm on the wood of the door. "Damn it!" I sob, pressing my head against the door.
My gaze travels down, noticing the gift basket. There's flowers, a bottle of alcohol, and a note. I grab it.
I know I said Friday, but someone bought the house for a much higher price than you were offering. I know this house meant a lot to you, but he made a very convincing offer, and I took it. Take this basket as a gift.
A gift basket? Seriously? What an asshole!
Angrily, I snatch the bottle of alcohol up, twisting it in my hands. Tequila. I open it, taking a swig of it. It burns my throat going down, but I welcome it. I walk down my steps, walking down the sidewalk. Away from the home I grew up in. Away from the very place I learned to walk, learned to talk.
Tears begin to blur my vision.
Then they fall.
I lost the one thing my father gave me. The one thing I had left of him. All those memories, all those moments.
Gone.
I finally decide to stop walking, sitting on the curb, somewhere far from my house. Or should I say my old house.
The bottle is less than half way full now, having drank most of it on the walk here. I drink from it, tears staining my cheeks. My brain begins to turn fuzzy, and I enjoy it.
I can't help but smile up at the sky. I see bright lights, but I pay them no mind, my body wet and my mind drunk.
A car door shuts, headlights blinding me. "Naomi!" My brain seems to lag. I start to laugh, probably sounding like a crazy person.
