Chapter Seven

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Author's Note: I'm sorry for this shitty and short chapter. It's been hard these past days, weeks...I'm very frustrated with life and the universe and I wish everything could get better from now on because I'm so tired of getting nothing. And it feels worse when you don't even do what you are doing wrong. 




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When you called yesterday after signing the contract, you didn't expect to come get them quickly. The man on the phone asked for your address but instead, you told him you weren't at home and gave him the address of the park you usually go to with Marie and Alex.

It was easy to spot him.

The man, taller and well-dressed like Ari, has a neutral face while sitting and looking at the view. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt underneath.

He was very quick. A simple hello and everything will be sent to your real address was all he said. Nothing more, nothing else.

You wondered for a moment if he was a simple employee of Ari. Does he know who I am?

As you walk back to the house, you decide to take the nice road and head to paradise neighborhood as Alex likes to call it. There are days in which the three go walk there, looking at the houses—mansions—in which the lucky people live their everyday. As the three look at the houses, you imagine how much it takes for them to go downstairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, or if they run in their big backyard.

You think of Alex's words: When we have a house like that, I want to run naked through the whole backyard.

Marie wants to live in a Castle.

All you think as you walk is to never have to worry about money again. You want to be the owner of a business; you have a lot of ideas that you wish you could put into action. You want stability, you want to explore, travel, and give your siblings a life full of hopes, dreams, and goals that they can achieve.

Thinking of the good things reminds you of your miserable reality. And what makes it worse is that you didn't even do anything to make it like that.

You can't even give Alex and Marie a proper dinner. Or proper clothes.

And still, they are good. They behave. They are good kids.

They deserve the world. They deserve everything.

You sigh. It seems like the sun loves giving these people its light...While I'm carrying a big rainy cloud on top of my head.

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