𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑛-𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟ℴ𝒹𝑔ℯ𝓇//ʲᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵃʷᵏⁱⁿˢ

𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝚠𝚘

ℳ𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝒶𝓃 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎， 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷ℯ𝑔𝓊𝓃． ℐ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓌𝒾𝓈ℯ． 𝑀.𝐽.𝑇

Mary-Rose

A̶̤͍̟̲͓͕͍̼͕͎̽́̒̇͝s the day rolled into mid, Jack ventured from the hospital, finally getting his few hours from the hectic scene of his ever rushing career. He decided he was to play a game of poker to hopefully win something extra to bring home rather than the singular schilling he usually received from Mrs Wellington—she rather favoured him. I mean, I suppose that I understand why, but yet she was a little delusional at times, especially when she said a silver unicorn was over my shoulder, turns out it was just my brother covered in soot from his daily shift at Tim's shop.

Jack didn't particularly participate in gambling very often, but it was mainly due to the fact we didn't have much money—or anything for that matter, so rather than scavenging for a new job, he turned to betting on a horse or to play a round of cards. Usually, he was pretty good. But lately, he's been going to the wrong betting games.

Bidding a goodbye and parting our seperate ways, I too ventured my own path down the road. It was only a quick shift at the bar, merely two hours since it wasn't very busy at all, the occasional drunk but that was the only problem of the night. Besides, John Stracott wasn't a bad man, he just had a sob story like everybody else in this town and since he was trying to heal from hearing a whisper that included his wife sleeping with the gardener, which we all unfortunately knew about, he had been pretty broken up about it all.

Unfortunately, after this, since she was in the higher class of the town, he was dumped on the curb along with the two kids. Sam and Juliet. Thankfully they weren't on the younger side, meaning he was still able to work and not find a maid to look after them. By the sounds of it, I think Sam was the youngest, around Theo's age and I believe Juliet was on between Theo and Billy, maybe older.

I actually think Billy has a little crush on the young woman, fitting since they went to the same school but that was a long time ago, back when my family could afford it.

In reality, I did have sympathy for Evan Stracott, hearing his backstory from him, on many, many sober and drunk occasions, I believed he deserved to have a drink or two. I spent majority of my shift giving him advice and cleaning up the benches, then he fell asleep on my shoulder which I had to call over Rickson to help me get him off to his home, fortunately for us, Ricko lived not too far from where Mr. Stracott did, so when we locked up the shop, we all went home half an hour early, but I did rather stay an extra little while to clean up for the weekend, I do that often, it's just nice to leave such a pleasant place in a good state.

The particular reason I continue to work at the bar is not due of the two schillings I receive per hour, but due to the accomodation and proposition that there was along with it. The owner offered me a position I couldn't turn down, above the bar is a three bedroom apartment with a fully functioning bathroom as well as a kitchen. It needed some work, a lot of work, but if I saved just enough, I'd be able to move the kids and I from Jack's apartment, to a much bigger, more suitable accomodation for the five of us. Jack doesn't know this of course, but I tend to feel guilty for taking up his flat. His flat.

They're my siblings, and my problem, meaning I should be the one to look after and provide for them. Even though he claims them to be no bother or that he enjoys the company and says he wants to help, it's something I think I need to do on my own. After all, my mother did it for so long, so why shouldn't I?