Hey there pretty brown eyes 😛!!!!
2 weeks later...
Kimberly ❤️
"Are you sure this is what you wanna do?" My lawyer, Julie, asked.
I hesitantly nod.
"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." I say.
She looks at me for a while, before sighing and standing up from behind her desk. She went to the file cabinet and opened it. I watched her file through several vanilla folders, before pulling out a vanilla folder with PRESCOTT written in big bold black letters.
She sat back down across from me, opening the vanilla folder. She pulled out a stack of papers and took a black pen from her cup of pens/pencils.
She put a couple marks on the papers, before turning them toward me.
"Every line with an X is where your signature goes." She explained.
I nod, taking the pen from her.
"I'm going to ask you again Kim, are you sure you wanna do this?" She asked me once again.
I chew on the left corner of my lower lip.
"Yes." I say.
She sighs.
"Okay. Sign here." She said.
I signed on that page.
"Here." She said, turning the page.
I sign. She continues turning the page until all 5 pages are signed with my signature.
"Now the decision is up to you; would you like for me to call him in and have him sign? Or would you prefer otherwise?" She asked.
I took a second to think about it, agreeing to the second option.
"So you prefer to deliver them personally?" She asked.
"Yes ma'am." I say, not rethinking my choice.
She nods. She grabs a red folder and puts the papers into it. She then hands me the folder.
"You can turn them in whenever you get the chance, no rush." She explained.
I nod.
"See you...whenever." She said.
I sigh and nod once again. I place the folder into my brown Chanel purse.
"Thanks Julie." I say.
"No problem. Good luck Kim." She said.
I stand up.
"Thanks. I'm gonna need it." I say.
I then head for the door.
*****
Dak walked in the door at around 1AM. And he looked worn out. I shook my head in disappointment.
He didn't even have practice today...so how? I mean I know, but really bro?
"Dak, that's the 4th time this week." I say.
He groaned, throwing his head back.
"You were keeping count?" He asked.
I nod. He sighs.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Why don't you just stop? You know you're hurting me, but you just won't stop. Do you enjoy this?" I ask.
He shakes his head.
"So why do you keep doing it?" I ask.
"I honestly don't know." He answered.
