The Recipe To A Millionaire's Heart | ✓

7.

C H R I S T I N E

I walked out of Catherine's office and headed back to Mathew and his friend. They were standing next to the counter, talking about something.

"Where's Jenny?" I asked.

"Went to the bathroom to clean up" Max answered me.

"I apologise for the mess you had to witness" I frowned.

"It's okay" He shook his head slightly.

"So....did your boss agree to give the day off?" Mathew asked and I nodded.

"Great! Let's get going then" he smiled, he glanced at Max for a second then looked back at me.

"You go, I'll catch a cab back home" Max and Mathew nodded.

"See you later, man" Mathew said and Max waved.

Mathew and I walked to his car silently, Ryan wasn't there so I assumed Mathew drove Max here.

"Ryan had to take the day off as well." Mathew said and I-again- nodded.

I was feeling down, like the whole world was on my shoulders. Every minute felt like an hour. I just couldn't speak up because if I did, I would probably cry. I'm stronger than this but every human being has a breaking point and I guess I'm reaching mine.

My throat felt like it closed on itself, my breath was coming out short and uneven. My hands started to shake a little and my vision became blurry with tears.

I bite my bottom lip and inhale deeply to stop the tears from falling. I exhaled and cleared my throat. I continued to take deep breaths until I calmed down.

"Are you okay?" Mathew said, for a moment I forgot that he was here.

"Yeah" I said.

"Where do you live?" He asked, I totally forgot about that.

I gave him the directions and we sit there in silence. After ten or five minutes we arrived at my house.

"Thanks, Mathew" I said and as I reached out to open the door, he held my hand. I looked at it for a second then I looked up at him. His eyes held sympathy.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm here" he said and I stared at him. I can't talk about it now nor I would talk about it with him. He is still my boss after all.

"Thank you but I'm okay" I smiled a little and he nodded.

"Goodbye" I said as I closed the car's door.

I walked to the building's door and took one last look at his car before I walked in.

I entered the apartment to find that everything is still in its place which got me worried so I quickly jogged to my mother's room and walked inside to find her still sleeping peacefully on her bed. I sighed and got out.

After that little scare I went to my room, I didn't feel like eating nor showering so I headed straight to bed and laid on it.

Sleep didn't come easy, in fact it didn't come at all, all I could think of was everything. From mom to work to Mathew to my lack of sleep. My thoughts were flying everywhere. Never stopping and it was tiring, I was slowly losing grab on my emotions as well. I felt like crying.

Some people would say crying because of what? Because Jennifer spilled food on me. Nope, it was because my mom isn't getting any better, because I literally work for 16 hours and I barely get any sleep. Because I only have one friend. Because I have no one to support me except Jennifer. Because I have dropped out of collage, because my life doesn't seem to get any easier.

I sighed and sobbed as I tossed and turned on my bed.

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"Honey....you still don't want to tell me what's wrong?" Mom asked.

"Mom, everything is fine, I felt a little bit tired and wanted to take the day off...that's all." I answered for the millionth time.

Mom is convinced that there is something wrong but I won't tell her. I don't want to worry her, she doesn't have to know about my breakdowns, she needs to know that I'm strong.

"Okay but I'm here if you need anything." She said and I smiled.

"I know" I whispered.

She took her mug and went back to the living room. I on the other hand decided to finally take a really needed shower.

I went to the bathroom and striped down and quickly hopped in the shower. The hot water relaxed my muscles while the steam helped me set my thoughts straight.

After a long shower, I wore some comfortable clothes and headed to the living room to sit with my mom. She was watching a thriller movie with a popcorn bowl on her lap.

I jumped on the sofa and laid my head on her shoulder.

"Jenny called you" She said.

"She was asking how are you doing?" She continued talking while I popped a popcorn into my mouth.

"I'll call her later" I said and she nodded. She probably wanted to ask more questions but she decided not to.

Honestly...I was still kinda pissed at Jenny but I shouldn't be. She has been my friend for so long, I can't be mad because she spilled some food on me. I sighed and got up from the sofa and went to get my cell phone.

I dialled her number and waited for her to pick-up.

"Oh god...Christa...I feel so freaking guilty and I'm so sorry, I probably embarrassed you in front of Mathew and Max. I'm so so sorry." She rushed and I chuckled at her. How could I stay mad at her?

"Jenny, take a breath. And it's cool, it wasn't that bad....I can't stay mad at you anyway." I replied and sighed.

"Thank God....I thought I would  have to bring my siblings and sing you a song like last time." She sighed and I laughed.

"Yeah....How's work?" I asked.

"Not good because you're not here" she said and I again chuckled.

"Did I tell you what happened after you left?!! So...Max stayed and we talked, joked and stuff then he asked for my number and I gave it to him then he left. Aweeee....Max has my number" she squealed and I smiled.

"Well...at least something good came out of this incident" I chuckled.

"Yeah" she chuckled.

We kept talking until we fell asleep on the phone.