Samantha

Chapter Three

"Wow, Sam. A job?" Ellie breathed through the phone at my new statment. I played with the wire of the home telephone while hearing her telling me how happy she was with me taking responsibility. 

"Yes" I said for the hundredth time.

"A job. I need money". Expounding, I stuffed my legs under the warm covers around me. I let her keep talking, encourging me. "This is going to be a new fresh start co-operating in the scosity". That's what she said.

When I had came back from James's house, I hadn't done anything but thinking about a method to gain more money when obviously, I was running out of. If I could buy the next dosage then the second one would be a tough one to reach.

The problem, I was never a working person. I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth. Life had totally changed me if I was taking this job thing seriously.

"Didn't you say the money with you is enough until you go to college?", Ellie inquired. She still had the cheerful and excited tone. 

"It was enough" I sighed, "but now I need more money. I'm a teenager girl with so much needs". I was trying to show her my point, yet I couldn't risk telling her what made me lose my money. Knowing Ellie well, I knew she wouldn't push to know what happened to those bucks I used to say they'll be enough until collage or maybe longer.

At that point, I remembered how her mom used to offer some roles to me in her fashion shows. She was a fantastic designer and she had always wanted me to model her masterpieces but my answer had been always a 'No'. 

I was never interested in such things, and I never thought I'd be in this situation of needing.

 Right then, I needed those offers more than any other time so I told Ellie.

"I want that job, Ellie" I blurted out, still in the maze of my thoughts about Ellie's mom. Pretty immediately, and I was regrettng saying that. I had to think that her mom might've had found who'd do that better than me. She would've found someone prettier.

Ellie though, didn't answer instantly. She paused, making me hear her breathing. I was listening to her rhymed breathing when a crashing sound snapped me out of it. My head turned up to the sound just as Ellie started talking.

"Ellie wait a second", I cut her off and dropped the phone from my hand. I moved toward the stairs slowly, trying not to make any sound, but my heart wasn't helping. It was thudding, almost tearing my chest.

I reached the stair-case to see how shakily my hands were. This was not the first time for me to hear that sound. Every once and a while, something weird would happen around the house. That didn't even made me used to it, it made me more terrified and edgy.

I used to hear movements in my house at specific times at night but I wouldn't dare to check out. All  I had done was adding more security to my house using more keys and stuff. I just couldn't face whoever was in my house every night.  

I took the first few steps with my mind telling me to just drop it and go back downstairs. Listening to my internal voice, I stopped and sighed; this might have been something falling or anything.

I retreated and slouched back on the couch and under the covers. I was paranoid. Afraid of the silliest things. So I hurriedly placed the phone back to my ears. Talking to my best friend would sure get my mind off of things.

"Sorry about that Ellie" I said, much as a whisper.

"It's fine. What's going on?"

"Nothing, just heard something crash, nothing serious". I hoped for her to change the subject or I'd freak out again.