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15. I Promised Come Home

I'm in a theatre club, president of playwright department. I'm not even sure if I can continue being like that anymore. All of it is stressing me out. And I just feel like I'm not doing anything I love anymore.

I'm not writing manuscripts, I'm not writing anything. Instead, they're making us do things that we shouldn't even do like do editing and shit.

so sorry it took so long btw.

I'm conflicted whether I should continue or not. But anyway sorry for ranting again and just enjoy this chapter.

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Reese

I'm bleeding.

It's not even unexpected anymore. I mean, from all the things I've been through, bleeding excessively is all I've ever done in my whole life. So, it's either Garry and his goons' doing or my father's.

Well, if you answered Garry and his goons, that's wrong.

If you answered that it's my father, then you're wrong again.

It was about three in the afternoon when the nurse decided to let me out of school even though she knew that nothing was wrong with me physically. I decided to go to Jada's, make sure that I work extra hard to pay for the days I was gone.

"Honey, you okay?"

I snap my eyes up to Jada, letting myself sit to get a better view of her, and I nod. "I'm just finishing things."

"You mean by scrubbing the floor five times already?" I furrow my brows. I was only scrubbing it just now. Right? "Or cleaning the whole damn booths seven times when there weren't customers sitting there and even going to the kitchen back and forth for the third time?"

Have I been doing all those things over and over again?

Jada's reaches out to me. I take her hands and stand up, letting her help me in the process. She smiles at me weakly. "Go take off your uniform and go home. You've already done enough here. Got it?"

I shake my head. "I haven't even一"

"Whatever it is you think you've done, let it go for today," she interrupts. "Go back home, rest, and then after your school tomorrow, you can start again, okay?"

I don't answer and just walk to the employee's bathroom and change my clothes.

Before I left Jada's, I made sure to give her a hug and goodbye. She gives me a check, letting me have my pay for the week and telling me to make sure to come back tomorrow.

As I was walking by the pavement, I open my back and shove the check inside. When I was doing that, I didn't even realize that I was walking to the wrong way when a hand pulled me back, slamming my back at the rough brick wall by the corner.

I feel the cool edge of a knife on my throat, making me stop moving. A woman, possibly at mid-twenties, blonde, green eyes, small nose, with freckles on her cheek, is holding the knife at me. She's angry at me.

Who is she?

"Your father," she hisses, narrowing her eyes. "hasn't paid any of his debts yet."