Dollar Daughter

Chapter 19.

The house is moderately big. Red bricks. Nice. I stand in the sidewalk, taking a good look at the address again. Just to make sure that's this is the place. House #69 it is.

I go near the door, I hear loud music. I'm guessing that there is a party going on. I guess that's why the person ordered so many pizzas.

I press my thumb against the doorbell. No response. Okay. I'll do it again. This time I do it at least 5 times then the door opens.

A girl opens the door. Messy hair, Pretty face, not sober. Her perfect curls fall on her right eye. She's got great eyes. Hazy eyes. Drunk indeed.

"Heeeyyyy!" She says in a drunk voice. Oh God! Her breath is gonna kill me! Alcohol all the way.

"I came to deliver pizzas..."
"Oh yeaahhhh!! Peezzahh! Jaaaakkkee!"

Jake? Not the Jake I'm thinking. It can't be.

No it can. It is Jake Sheldon. After being called out, he comes at the door. That same smile. Sober. So Jake. He's wearing a great shirt. He's so tall, he makes the girl look so tiny.

I have an eye contact with him. Then I look away. I hope he doesn't recognize me...
At first he gives me suspicious look... Then he seems normal. Thank God.
"You came to give the pizzas? Thanks. Here's the money." He hands me over the money.
Suddenly I recall all the memories of me and Elliot having the same pizzas. He loves it so much.
"Thanks" I said in a very low voice. Without having any kind of eye contact with him. I need to leave, otherwise he'll recognize me. And I don't want that.

"I'll take your leave." I said.
"Wait, let me check if the special topping I asked for is there..." Said Jake.

He opens up one of the pizza boxes and checks. Its there.
"Hey Elliot! You're pizza is here!" Shouted Jake.

Oh no.

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