We Went Broke at Midnight | ✔

4 | put your money where your mouth is

❝Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants.❞
― Epictetus

4 || put your money where your mouth is

time || morning

I enter a store.

I'm trying to get away from Brolin now, not only is he stalking me, but he will NOT shut up. He keeps trying to convince me to spend the day with him.

"Welcome to Lovee's!" A blond woman, greets me. I'm about to return the greeting, it's when I see that I've stumbled into a lingerie parlor that stops me. I feel the blood quickly vanish from my face. Not that I'm prude, but seeing this kind of stuff only makes me want to drown in a sea of turtles.

"Ooh newlyweds? Or engaged, and something for the wedding night?" The woman asks. I see an amused smile doing a tango on her glossy lips.

I back up a little, knocking into someone.

"Woah,"

It's Brolin. She really thinks I'm with him? I don't try to correct her, when I can't get over the fact that I'm in a lingerie store. What if someone I know sees me here?

"Come on, baby," Brolin says, I feel him link his arm with mine and guide me over to a rack.

Get me out of here... get me out of here... get me out of here.

He grabs something from the rack that NOT only makes me want to go hide in the wild alone, but mentally visualizing myself in that makes me want to hide even more.

It's a bright red lace negligee with a matching thong. He then guides me over to a nearby mirror, and standing behind me, he puts the matching set in front of me. "Yeah, this will fit you perfectly." he whispers close to my ear, his mouth almost touching my earlobe.

I blush. This is weird. Really weird. I would never wear that, much less in front of a man. I'm not comfortable enough with my body, to even think of putting that on. I walk away from the mirror and I struggle to find the door. My heart's thumping frantically against my chest as if it's just wanting to jump out.

"Is that all?" I hear the blonde say.

He's not really buying that, is he? I don't even stop to see, for when I'm able to locate the door.

I flee.

:: :: ::

"Hey, this is Justice. If I didn't answer. That means I'm either busy or I just don't wanna talk to you. But if you know who you are, and you know that I DO wanna talk to you. Please, don't fail to leave a message... Buh-bye!"

Beep!

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, uh Justice, this is Karen. I really need to talk to you. When you can, please call me."

I slide the red icon across the screen, and lock my phone, putting it back into the pocket of my dress. I've called Justice about 3 times, and she hasn't picked up. I know news travel fast, and if she heard about my Dad being broke. She doesn't know the whole story.