Fallen for you

Part I

"Hello?!" I groaned into my phone as I woke up to it ringing LOUDLY.

"Morning princess." I rolled my eyes just hearing that husky voice that I hate.

"What do you want, Ryan?" I asked annoyed. I took a glance at the clock on my night stand, it was 6am.

"You haven't paid rent for the last 3 months, love. I'm just calling to make sure that you are aware of that".

"At 6 in the freaking morning?" I asked again, feeling a little uneasy because honestly, I didn't know what to say.

"Normal people with real jobs actually wake up at 6am, Halo."

Ouch.

Who does he think he is? Coming at me with that attitude, I don't need him, I don't need this! I have been bottling up this rage inside of me for the last three months.

I let his shit slide because I thought that he would appreciate it and won't demand the money if I was nice to him, I lived with him, for three months! I had to put up with him every single day.

But I couldn't anymore, the bottle exploded, I just flipped!

"You know what, Ryan? Go to hell, I'm done with this shitty apartment, with New York. You can have your money, even though you're probably just going to waste it all on drugs, right? But I am out. For good."

And then there was silence, which lasted for a sweet long second and allowed me to cool myself down.

"Oh my god, Halo, you are so freaking ungrateful, you know that, Right? I should've kicked you out of my apartment the day we broke up, letting you stay was just me being nothing but nice to you." He said in the cockiest tone I have ever heard.

And well, that made me furious once again.

"You let me pay for it though, don't you? I pay the rent, not you! You know what? I changed my mind, I am not paying a single penny for these past 3 months, as far as I'm concerned you can sell your surf shop to pay the rent, I mean please Ryan, a surf shop in New York? It was meant to fail! Please, just delete my number, will you?"

I hung up on him feeling all sorts of feelings- was it anger? Freedom?

Or maybe it was regret, from basically officially turning homeless?

By the time I was done gathering up my things it was 8pm already. All of my belongings were packed and ready to go.

The question was- where? Where would I go now?

Ever since my dad died his partner took over our pub and firing me was the first thing he did.

I didn't have enough money, my dad didn't have enough money, it was way too hard getting a job and all my dad left me was our old house back in Missouri.

Missouri!

Do you know that feeling when you come up with what might just be the dumbest but also the greatest idea ever? That is what happened to me next.

What if I moved to Missouri? Back to my childhood house? I wouldn't have to pay for anything but bills and getting a job there would be a lot easier since people in my hometown actually know me!

I check for the price online and I think I can muster that amount of money.

I take a deep breath.

And again.

And just once more.

And then I do it, I click on the button; I buy my one way ticket to Missouri.