twisted love

Chapter 22

I got to the train station and I saw a train coming. This is my opportunity. I thought in my head. As the train got closer to me I wanted to do it. The train is almost very close. I'm getting ready to jump in front of it when my phone started ringing. It's my manager from panera. "Hello" I say. "Hey, sorry to bother you but can you come at 5 am" she reply. As I miss to jump in front of the train. "Sure, why not" I reply. I heading back home. I started to listing to bachata because it's all sad music. My favorite bachata singer is frank Reyes. My favorite song at this moment is "me voy de la casa" by Hector Acosta. I feel like crying just listing to this song. I got to walk about 25 minutes before getting to my house. I'm listing to so much bachata but it's my only way to deal with pain. I'm in front of the house and I don't want to go in because I'm going to cry even more. I went inside the house and I saw my brother was still awake. "hey, you ready for school" I ask. "no" reply my brother. "well I wish you all the luck this year but I'm going to go work in Brooklyn and I don't know when I will see you" I reply. "why so far?" ask my brother. "Panera needs me to open a store over there" I reply. "that's pretty cool" he reply. "Did my mom tell you I'm going to work in Brooklyn?" I ask. "Yea, oh and Kat ask for you" he reply. "Oh, tell her I move to Brooklyn" As I smile and laugh. I got out of his room and went to mine. I'm looking at the time and I have 2 hours to sleep before I go in to work well more like get ready to go to work. I can't sleep. All I can think about it's Kat. I'm looking at the time and it's 4 am and I have to get up to get ready for work. I'm at work and I don't want to work I just want to run away far away from here and go somewhere where no one knows me. Oh wait I'm living from Brooklyn in 2 days, maybe I can start my life there all over again. I also gotta pack. I don't know what time I'm getting out because I came to work early. It's 5 pm and I'm still at work. I'm getting out soon though so I can go pack. It's 8 pm and I'm clocking out now. I haven't slept at all and I just work 18 hours well I guess I have a problem. I went home and my brother is the only one that's home. "Hey, can I talk to you" ask my brother. "Sure" I reply. "Kat is telling everyone she broke up with you because you are workaholic" said my brother. "Well I am but we hang out with her almost everyday" I reply as my brother interrupted me "I know, I saw her at home almost everyday, but that's what she saying at school". "Oh, thanks then" I reply. "Oh, she ask me again for you, I told her you move to Brooklyn and she ask me why and I told her you got a job promotion but you had to go over and she said that was to far" said my brother. "Wow and thanks for the info" I reply. I went to my room and I'm packing. I lay in bed. I'm waking up to my alarm sounding at 8 am because I have to work in 2 hours. It's September 8th and my birthday is in two months. That means I gotta be home by then. I went to work. Now I'm out of work. I'm going to sleep because tomorrow is the day I go to Brooklyn. I'm going to Flatbush which is not really a safe place but I got to go anyways. My phone started ringing and I didn't hear my alarm and they are outside waiting for me. I got up and got ready and went to car. I'm a little scare to go to a place that I never been too or seen this people in my life but I have too give them a chance. I hope I like it there so I can stay there and live there. We got to the store and we are one hour early but we can clock in so it's all good. "The most amount of hours I done to open a store is 90 hours in a week" said one of the other guys that are here to train and open the store. "I'm sure I'll beat that" I reply. I gave a fake smile I don't really feel like smiling but I have too, it's part of my job. A week has pass and I did 90 hours. The second week I'm doing 96. "I'm going to do 100 so no one will beat my record" I said to the other guys. My third week I did 94. "I guess I'm staying in 96 sense you guys are living tomorrow" I said to them and They just smile. I'm on my way back to the hotel and I feel like crying. I have too be strong because the people from work are next to me and I don't want then to see me like that. I'm going to go back home.