The Band I Thought I Knew // Liam Payne {Book 1}

Chapter 13

(Sashene's POV)

"Hello Mr.Thomas." I say quietly into the phone. I don't want to face this conversation. I hate talking to the landlord, I hate it with a passion. He is this man who though he is older he is not stupid and he knows when people try to pull one over on him. The rent is due tomorrow and we are always early with it but we aren't this time. Kira hasn't been home all week and everytime I try to talk to her she brushes me off. It's pissing me off.

"Hello Miss.Gonzalez I am calling in regards to the rent check, I haven't yet received it."

"Yeah, I am gonna send it out today sir"

"Do you think that it will get here by tomorrow."

"I will hand deliver it?"

"That's better, I will be here until ten tonight sweetheart see you later."

"Bye." I hang up the phone then type in Joey's number quickly.

"Hello?"

"Where is she?"

"Who is this?"

"It is Kira's roommate you idiot, where is she?"

"She went off with Liam somewhere."

"This is ridiculous I have a rent payment to make and without her half I can't pay it."

"Well I am sorry to hear that but I am not her keeper, she is a big girl."

"Ew! You're no help at all!" I shout into the phone before hanging up and dialing Kira's phone again. It rings and rings then voice mail.

"You know what to do babes, kisses" her voice travels through the speakers before I roll my eyes, the beep sounds before i sigh.

"Rent is due and I can't get ahold of you. Call me back." I say then I hang up and redial her again. There are a few rings before going straight to voicemail again. I leave her another message and another. Message after message she doesn't answer after about ten voicemails and ten annoying messages I hang up and lay the phone onto my coffee table.

"Bitch" I mutter. I get my coat off the rack, put my phone into my pocket and go outside to my car. I take the keys from my pocket and put them in the ignition. I turn it over and speed off down the street. When in doubt drink it out.

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"Hey you!" I shout at the person behind the counter. I hold up my glass to the bartender and he takes it with a scowl.

"I think you have had enough." He declares to me but I don't give two shits about it. I want more. I am twenty four years old and I want to keep drinking. I will do what I want to do, I'm grown I can do whatever the bloody hell I please.

"Get me another."

"Ma'am you've had enough, you have been here downing drink for an hour and a half."

"Well obviously not enough in my system because I am still conscious" I spit at the guy.

"Here how about some coffee." He puts the cup down in between my clenched hands. He gives me a soft smile and turns to serve someone else. I let out a low growl before taking a sip of the putrid liquid. It tastes like feet but I swallow it down anyway. I am driving after all. I hear a low ringing then it gets louder and louder after a few seconds pass. I dig the phone from my coat pocket before sliding my finger across the screen and putting it to my ear.

"Hello."

"Miss.Gonzalez I am about to leave my office and you have not come to see me yet."

"I know Mr.Thomas, I don't have the rent money for you tonight."