Hazel Tamar

One

Hazel - 

When a good thing goes bad it's not the end of the world
It's just the end of a world, that you had with one girl

I smiled at my tired eyed daughter and kept singing as she began to drift asleep. 

And she's the reason it happened, but she's overreacting

And it's all because she don't want things to change

 

Her eyes slowly closed, but I kept singing for a while, just to be assured that she was asleep. 

So cry if you need to, but I can't stay to watch you

That's the wrong thing to do

Touch if you need to, but I can't stay to hold you

That's the wrong thing to do

Talk if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you

That's the wrong thing to do

Cause you'll say you love me, and I'll end up lying

And say I love you too

But I need someone different

You know it, oh ho, you know it

Oh ho, you know it, we both know it

 

The sound of her faint snores soon filled the quiet room. I tucked her in one more time before kissing her head and walking to the front door. 

Sighing, I pulled out a chair and sat at my breakfast table, looking at the bills. How exactly can I manage a two year old AND bills? Yeah, I'm a legal, fully capable twenty year old, but that doesn't mean I can balance everything. 

Loud banging on the door interrupted my thoughts. I quickly scurried over to the door. 

"What?!" I hissed, quietly, after opening my door. I sighed and slit my eyes at the landlord. "Mr. Walker, how are you tonight?" 

He tooted the ends of his mouth up at me in disgust. "Rent, overdue. Bills, overdue. You have until five tomorrow to collect your belongings and leave. If you're out earlier I will dismiss all charges that you haven't paid. However, if you are late, a ten dollar fee will be added each hour." He announced, handing me a few un-built boxes. 

"No, wait." I pleaded, "Mr. Walker you can't - " 

"I can, and I am." He spoke, firmly. 

Hot tears poured down my face as I continued to beg for him not to evict us. "FIVE O'CLOCK TOMORROW AFTERNOON AND THAT IS FINAL!" Mr. Walker yelled, tiring of my contant whining. "I'm sorry, Miss. Rodriguez, but you've left me no choice." Those were his final words as he turned on his heel and jogged down the stairs into the light drizzle.