Fired (Skylox)

The New Job (Skylox)

-Chapter 1-

"Ty," I cooed softly to the body laying next to me. I didn't want to give him a rough awakening, but he REALLY had to get up. "Ty, come on babe. Get up!"

He lay on his side, chest raising and falling in a steady pattern. You see, this is what broke me a little. Ty hadn't fallen asleep until three last night, due to getting home from work late. He had collapsed, but he still only got three hours of sleep.

I used to have a job that supported both of us perfectly. I would leave at twelve and come him at six, bringing home almost two thousand dollars a week. That gave us so much time in the morning as well as night - plenty of time for cute couple time.

But then my company was bought out by another. And they made drastic cuts to the employment, including me. While I'm looking for another job, Ty's forced to work a six-thirty in the morning to twelve at night shift for only about twenty dollars. Weekends included.

We both knew that was plenty illegal, and so did everyone else working there. However, we couldn't report it. If it's turned in and shut down, we no longer have a living. We'll loose our home, our mortgage falls...we're gone.

Often times, the place keeps its employees even longer. It's days like those that Ty doesn't eat until lunch the next day.

That's why I didn't want to wake him up. I hated sending him to - PUTTING him through - this hell. For nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Ty," I repeated softly, shaking his shoulder. My twenty-two year old husband's eyes fluttered open, and I got a good look at his face. Bags were lined under the pools of brown, weighing down heavily.

"Hmm?" He asked softly, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. I gathered him in my arms, kissing his forehead and rocking us back and forth gently. I then let go, smiling sadly at him. "It's six. Go get ready or you'll be late."

"OH SH$T!" He screamed, jumping up and making me laugh loudly. He quickly stripped in front of me - not like I was complaining - and slipped on his work uniform. It was an ugly, light blue, overall-like so if he got any machine soot on his it would be easily cleanable. I swear, as soon as I get a good job, we're burning that thing.

"Don't you need a shower?" I asked softly, taking his hand, which had dirt imprinted in his usually soft skin. His eyes seemed to melt, but he quickly shook his head, his messy hair tumbling around. "No time!" He cried, before jogging into the bathroom to freshen up - even if it's only a little bit.

Finally, it was six-twenty and Ty was completely ready. I sat downstairs, ready to make breakfast but not making it yet. That would kinda torture him. He came jogging down, the uniform flying behind him and his stomach rumbling.

"I gotta go!" He cried, checking his watch. His eyes bulged and he quickly leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine in a desperate kiss. He was about to pull away, but I locked him there by wrapping my arms around him. I missed this. The way it was a month ago, when I still had a job and I could support us.

I held onto him by the back, allowing him to latch onto me and pour all of his emotion into the kiss.

As soon as we pulled away, I rested my forehead on his. His shaky, shuddering breaths echoed through the room.

"I don't like this, Sky." He whispered, "This is hell."

"I know, baby. I know." I answered softly, kissing his forehead and hugging him close to me. His hand instinctively latched to my back, fingers digging into the soft material, as if begging me to stay.

"Hey," I said softly, pulling away, but grabbing his dirt-covered hands in mine. I used my forefinger to tilt up his chin, locking eyes with him. "I'm going out for a job interview today. It's a perfect job - twelve to six, and almost two thousand a week, just like the last one. I'll get the job, and you can go back to normal. Get some sleep, and eat a LOT," I smiled sadly at his unhealthy figure "and we can be NORMAL again..." I lifted his hand up, kissing the back of it.

"I love you..." He whispered simply, staring up at me with wide, sad eyes.

"I love you too." I whispered. We stayed like that for a while, before he abruptly broke off quickly.

"I really have to go!" He cried, giving me a final, quick hug before backing up, grabbing his keys in a fluid movement, and rushing out the open doors, slamming them closed with a bang.

I sighed loudly, leaning against the counter. I had to get this job before something really bad happens, I can simply feel it.

When I first found Ty, he was dealing with an abusive father, a diagnose of anorexia, and serious depression. I still remembered what he told me. The night that I found him...

"This is hell."

I had made it my personal MISSION to help him escape that hell. I was twenty, he was eighteen at the time. After a little persuading (and helping him climb out the window) he moved in with me, and I basically forced him to eat.

He became bigger, at least to a healthy weight. You could no longer see his ribs through the flesh on his stomach.

His wrists healed, scars no longer visible. All of the other bruises and cuts on his body slowly faded away - except for a few, which became permanent marks and reminders on his skin.

Most of all, he had someone who loved him and cared for him more than anybody ever had. Of course, he also had someone whom he loved in return.

I let a long, painful sigh through my nose.

I'll save you from this hell...

-Time Skip, About an Hour-

I finished up breakfast, putting my plate in the sink. I felt a deep pang in my heart, knowing Ty wouldn't be eating tonight, or not until tomorrow, for that matter. This can't be good for his anorexia. He needs to eat, not be STARVED.

The only food he's getting is the lunch he has at work.

Wait...

His lunch!

I looked at the brown paper bag, sitting uselessly and slumped on the counter. It held the very little food Ty would be consuming over the next twenty-four hours, and I cursed when I realized that it wasn't with him.

I darted my wrist up, staring at my watch. It was eleven, and I had an interview at two. Pertly of time to bring Ty his lunch. I let out a heavy sigh, picking up the paper bag and checking the contents.

An apple.

Oh god, Ty.