It's been three weeks since Clinton took me home. He had very little time to talk, but somehow we managed to message or talk to each other despite the difference of time zones.
I had a slight money problem because the drugs and injections cost, and the doctor was expensive because Clinton insisted I had to go to the best doctor, especially when the pregnancy was not going well. My bills for heating and electricity were also added to that.
I was broken down by my bills.
The contract for Warped was an order contract, and because I didn't do it in whole, I received only 1/3 of the payment that was due to me.
So at the beginning of the month I was out of cash. I didn't want to ask Clinton for help. I felt terrible with it. I knew what I had to do with all this, but all possible solutions haven't suited me.
I didn't want to move out of the house where I spent every holiday as a child. A house with a hidden attic right on the beach, with a living room, kitchen and two bathrooms and a terrace... It was a house where my family was happy and, above all, was a family...
I wanted to keep those memories with me. I clung to them so tightly that my ankles were white.
I layed on the bed reading a book with a cat lying on the pillow next to it. A wonderfully cool air was coming through the window. I watched outside, where the road that cars traveled from time to time where everything was perfectly visible.
"Angie?" I heard Tash's voice accompany the sound of the creaking stairs.
"I lay... as usual" I sighed heavily, throwing the book at the wall.
"Can you explain it to me?" The girl stood at the top of the spiral staircase, holding a bundle of cards and letters in her hand.
"What?" I looked at her slightly surprised by her behavior.
"I saw your account statements quite by accident and I noticed..." she took a breath, shaking her head "that you are in debt"
I looked at her in disbelief. I rose to seat, feeling that I was letting go of my nerves.
"Why the fuck you rummage in my things?!" I shouted, feeling the surge of fury rising in me.
"Because I cleaned, and it was on top!" she shouted back, throwing papers at me "Tell me why Clinton doesn't help you?"
"I don't want to ask him..." I said, taking deep breaths. I did not want to get angry because it hurted me, but it was too late.
"Are you crazy?!" dark-haired girl sat on the edge of the bed "Talk to him and tell him everything!"
"I dunno, Tash. I don't want to ask anyone..."
"Either you talk to him or I'll do it!" she threatened me, getting out of bed and going downstairs.
"Tash, okay. Okay, I'll talk to him!" I yelled at her, weeping.
I cried for a long while, until I lost track of time. However, after a while, my cheeks dried up and I calmed down.
Tash was probably offended, because when I went down, she was nowhere to be found.
I felt bad about it, but I had to calm my thoughts. I turned on the TV to disturb the ubiquitous silence while I started cooking dinner. I started to prepare pasta with pesto, because I found it in the fridge.
I decided to break thru and message Clinton.
Angeline
Can you give me some cash?
I did not wait long for the answer, because after three minutes I got a response.
Clinton
How much do you need?
Angeline
200$
Clinton
It's already done :)
Is everything all right?
I didn't know what to write back... I had no idea what to say to him. I just left a message on read.
I received a notification that my account received a transfer from Clinton. However, after a while my phone started ringing. It was a connection from him on Facetime.
I picked up seeing his face on the other side. I smiled involuntarily, seeing the hood pulled over his head. His eyes were drowsy, but he looked happy.
"Hey, babygirl" he replied, smiling at me.
"You know where the smile is, unbelievable" I chuckled with him.
"Are you okay?" he asked after a moment. It was probably the purpose for which he called. In his voice I heard anxiety.
"Yeah, yeah... I'm just cooking dinner" I showed the pots on the stove.
"That's great," he said, looking somewhere far away. "You know, I've been wondering recently and would like you to move in with me. You know, you need someone to take care of you, and Tash can't be with you as much as you need...
" I don't know, I don't want to leave this house"I sighed, sitting in a chair. I was starting to get tired of standing.
" It's an old cottage, a tiny one. You shouldn't live there, it will soon start to fall. I don't want you and our son to live in this place" he confessed honestly.
"I won't leave, Clinton. This is my home, I cannot give up this place. And besides, what will you offer me, one room in a house shared with a group of australian lovers of libations?!"
"You know, call me when you calm down. I do not want to talk to you in this state, "he replied stoically, clenching his jaw.
He hung up, leaving me completely broken and having no idea what to do.
I had to let go of the past, but it wasn't easy. I didn't know if I could forget.
