Finding My Home // a.i (slow updates)

two

"I don't know how we're going to keep up with these bills," I mumble, my voice full of frustration.

"We'll get through this. We just have to stay positive. Don't worry too much," Marcus replies, obviously hearing me talk to myself.

"I can't help it. You know how I feel in these kinds of situations," I confessed, implying to something greater.

"It'll all be over soon," Marcus reminded. How can he say that? This is nearly impossible. The bills are asking for hundreds of dollars, which we clearly don't have. If this does end soon, it will not end the way we want it to.

We sit there for hours trying to calculate all the money we're gonna need and how hard we're going to have to work just to get it.
The silence enveloping us before our minds could, neither of us
paying attention to each other.

Suddenly, a loud bang from the front door causes us to jump.

"Uh oh, this can't be good," I hear my brother mumble, as he quietly gets up to find who's bothering us at this hour. It's nearly 2AM.

I sit there, alone, trying to catch whatever's coming out from my brother's mouth and the unknown stranger's.

"You can't do that! We need more time! It's only been 2 weeks! Well sorry the government is running out of money! That literally has nothing to do wi-" I hear Marcus yell.

"Just listen to me. You and your family haven't been paying the government's taxes and the bills, so you guys are going to need to-" I stopped listening to the stranger.

I knew this was going to happen, and I couldn't take it anymore. The stress is already eating my insides.

Moments later, a depressed and angry looking Marcus walks back, not bothering to make eye contact.
His mouth was formed in a tight line, his eyebrows furrowed.

He just slumps back in his chair, sighing in the process. The same overwhelming silence surrounds us, neither of us making an effort to break it before it allows us to be fully enveloped in our thoughts and worries.

If only I made the right decisions to follow what my heart thought was right, not my mind. Everything could be happier and less stressful. I'm such an idiot.

Just like my parents.

I guess the pain showed on my face, because Marcus' voice eventually flooded my ears.

"Oh no, please don't cry. We'll be okay. Nothing bad will happen to us," Marcus tried his best to comfort me, his arms suddenly coming in contact with my body, our bodies echoing the He isn't really good in these situations, but he's all I've got.

I looked up at him just in time to catch his mouth move ever so slightly, my little ears not being able to catch his small words.

"What did you say?" I watched as his face turned pale. He slowly untangled himself from me, continuing his habit of avoiding any eye contact.

"Okay, I think you should sit down," Marcus quietly said, his eyes still not meeting mine, "So the person who was knocking at the door earlier was someone from the government, or something like that. He came by to tell us that, since we haven't paying the taxes, our house isn't in our procession anymore."

"What?" My jaw drops down. I can literally feel my heart drop to my stomach.

What the hell are we going to do now?

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uh oh

sorry this took longer than i wanted it to be but i'm trying to make chapters longer

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-alyssa