We Went Broke at Midnight | ✔

1 | money changes everything

❝While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.❞
― Groucho Marx

1 || money changes everything

time || morning

Money changes everything, I tell you. It changes every damn thing and there's nothing either me or you can do about it. Why did Dad have to lose his job? Why did Mom leave? Why did things turn out the way they are now?

It sucks. I'm walking around downtown Havendust trying to grasp the fact that I'm broke, and that the friends I once had are not standing beside me and helping me get through this horrible time in my life.

My dad owns a small chain of companies, and because of some bad investments that had been made, the companies are now being put in major jeopardy.

I say we're broke, but Dad says he'll have to see by midnight—that's when he'll receive a phone call from his agent and tax lawyer, giving him the details on wether or not the deal had come through. Which confirms wether or not Dad is actually broke.

I can't even begin to tell you how nerve wracking it is to know you could be left homeless, in such short time. Dad hasn't told me this yet, but I just have this strange notion that if this deal doesn't come through, we could be left homeless and broke. It's not just me jumping to conclusions.

And what about some close-kin that could take us in? you ask. Heh, I'd be lying to you if I told you that my dad had any contact with his family, much less from any kin in my mom's side. My dad had left his troubled home life at age 18 after winning a full scholarship to study overseas at a college in some foreign land, he'd managed to graduate and to come back to America to put his degree into full effect.

Which worked.

His family just couldn't get over the fact that their middle child, Iain Collin Rice was a successful company owner living in Havendust, Iowa with his wife Pat and daughter Karen. They just couldn't grasp my dad's success and have hated and resented him ever since. I can't even tell you a time when I've been to a family reunion, because well, I haven't. I can't tell you I've experienced anything with my cousins, aunts, uncles, or grandparents, because well, I haven't. I can't even tell you that I've spent a night with all my cousins at my grandparent's house, because well, I haven't.

I'm pitiful, aren't I?

Dad doesn't know I'm out. Part if it has to do with my frustration and anger towards him. I blame him for everything; mom leaving, my loneliness, and the reason why we could be homeless in a couple hours. I love my dad, I really do, but it's times like this where he really frustrates me, and makes me wanna hitchhike to the moon so I can be far away from him.

I feel defeated and lost; hence the slump of my shoulders and the two heels I'm holding in my hands (my feet were getting tired from all this walking). What can I do right now to make it all better? I could call my friend Justice and ask her if she knows anyone who sells any sort of drug that can make the pain go away. I know she sometimes does drugs, but not for that particular reason. She thinks she's fat—when she isn't. Not at all. I can be nice enough to say, she's skinnier than me. She takes these pills that she thinks helps her lose weight, I've only seen her do it a few times. But lately, I haven't. So maybe me calling her right now about drugs, is me enabling her.