The house looked worn down. There was more trash than grass on the ground, and the front door was bashed in.
I looked at the address that I'd wrote down again,then looked back up at the number on the mailbox. This is where Maya said she was.
There was no sign of anybody, and she'd told me to wait outside, but I've been waiting for 15 minutes.
I got out of the car, covering my head as best as I could from the rain. Because, you know of course I forgot to bring a jacket. I was just in such a rush to get here.
The closer I got to the front door, the more trash I saw thrown on the ground, and even a couple of clothes. Cigarettes were everywhere and beer bottles.... it made me worry even more.
"Maya?" I got in past the front door and scoped out the place. Nothing but clothes thrown everywhere and glass shattered on the floor. The couch had a lot of baby toys on it and stains from drinks it looked like.
"I'm up here!" She called, the sound coming from upstairs. Even though I had done enough running for the day, I got up the stairs pretty quickly. Stopping every two steps to caught my breath.
Looking around, I saw a door with the name 'Maya' on it and opened it.
She glanced up at me smiling weakly with tears running down her eyes. In her hand was a picture, of her and her little brother.
Luke, her little brother, had died from cancer about two years ago before she came to the Dance Academy. Her parents didn't have enough money to get him well treated, so he died; at home. In his bed.
With no one but her by his side.As time went on, I started to help pay everything for her so that she could continue dancing. It's the least I could do.
Her cries grew louder into sobs and I gently held her while she let everything out. "Shhhh...it's okay." I said rocking her in my arms and brushing her hair back. It tore me apart seeing her like this, but I had to be okay. For her.
We sat there for a while with her in my arms. I realized that her room didn't have much trash everywhere, she had lots of posters up. Even one of Maya Mikhailovna Plisetskaya, a beautiful ballet dancer. I think that's who she got her name from.
Now that she was asleep, I picked her up carefully, grabbed the picture of her and Luke and her suitcase. (OKAY WHO IS ACTUALLY THIS STRONG?? LETS JUST PRETEND OKAY.)
This wasn't the first time I had to come and get her. It was just a different place, and a different day.
Once I made it out to the car, I sat her down in the front seat, placed the picture in her lap and put the suitcase in the back.
Hopefully Tegan would have the guest room ready before I made it back home.
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I stopped at Dainobu to grab a few groceries. Maya was still asleep so I figured it would be best to let her rest.
Turning off the car, I got out and closed the door behind me. *Beep beep*
The place closes at 10, last I checked it was 9:30 so I need to hurry up.
Eggs
Milk
Granola bars
Yogurt
Chicken breast
Olive oil
Green tea
Lettuce
Tomatoes
Spinach
Almonds
WaterWhen it came down to eating, Maya took it seriously. Which I really adored about her. As her Ballet Teacher, I had to respect that concept every time she stayed over.
"Ma'am, we close in 5 minutes." An old lady said to me. She looked so tired, so weary. I would never work past 70, if you're looking for me, you'll find me in my bed waiting to die. Honestly.
"Okay. I have everything I need now." I pushed the buggy up to the side of the check out counter and started putting my items up on the conveyor belt one by one.
"That'll be $29.50." she said after she finished scanning them.
I gave her a twenty and a ten, and told her to keep the change.
Rolling the buggy out, I unlocked the car once I was almost there, opened the trunk, and put the groceries in.
'Please Return Carts Here'
Thank You - was gladly right beside my parking spot. I put the buggy back, and then headed home.Maya was still asleep, but now she was holding the picture in her arms..close to her chest.
- Authors Note~
I'm sorry. I did not include what happened and why Maya actually called her in the first place. Just wait on it :).
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