Over You.

Emmas Inferno

Emma POV
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I wake up to the sound of my alarm. It reads 7 am. I usually don't wake up this early but I forgot I have to finish this painting for Oliver gasteo. He's a world renowned artist and he saw my work. He wanted me to create him a custom piece so he can put up in his gallery. That also comes with a 50 thousand dollar check . It's been my dream to open up a gallery of my own, so this money will mean everything to me.

I finally break out of thought and get out the bed. I shuffle over to the bathroom and splash water on my face to bring me out of this state. Brush my teeth and then I give my face a finally splash then dry it off. I walk out headed toward the kitchen so I can at least get some coffee and toast in my system before I have to work . I start to brew the coffee and I put the toast in the toaster.

It's been a while since I been out here... I immediately up and left four years ago and have been on my own ever since. I can admit it was hard at times, especially to be an aspiring artist in New York, but I made it work. I have pretty decent apartment over a Chinese place on Grand St in China Town. From out side it looks like a dump but once you come upstairs to my place, it looks amazing . Brick walls, open living room space and a king-sized bed in my room.. plenty of windows for light . And an office space for my work.

I hear the beep meaning the toast is done, I grab it and put it in a plate. I pour my coffee in a cup and start heading towards my room. As I sit on the bed I heard my phone ring, I pick it up to see who it it. It's Gasteo, I told him I'll have the pice to him in five days I wonder why he's calling .

"Hello Oliver" I say in a nttsr of fact tone .

"Ahhh my favorite girl Emma, how are you how's the work ? " He asks

"I'm starting the piece today Oliver, shouldn't take me that long. You know what I'm capeable of "

"Yes yes I know Emma, I'm just excited that's all my dear. You are an amazing artist, I'm going to have the white men running to my door to buy that piece" he said in his Italian accent, laughing.

"I know you are, but you're holding me up need to start painting bye !" I say and hurry up and hang up the phone and slam it in my bed.

I take a sip of my coffee and my phone rings again. Irritated I pick up the phone and yell

"Oliver gasteo I just told you-all"

"Oliver? Emma it's Mary Margret" my mother says concerned.

"Oh, gosh hey Mom. Sorry I just got off the phone with business."

"Business? Well alright. I was just calling to tell you I miss you and I want you to come visit for a week"

I sigh "mom I can't I have to finish a piece for a gallery . It's a big deal"

"It's only painting Emma you can't just work on it here ? I haven't seen you since last year, and since you left I o my seen you 3 times out of the last 4 years"

I immediately feel guilty. "Mom you're right but-" I was cut off my soft sobs.

Here come the water works.

" Emma please I love you honey. Me and your father miss you and it's only right-"

"Fine mother, fine. I'll start packing. But when I get there I need to focus on my work, I do have a deadline"

"Yay okay Emma I'll pay for your bus ticket now"

" No mom it's alright, I still have lover boy"

"Emma I don't feel safe with you riding that thing all the way here but I guess I have no choice. Be safe, text me when you're on your way. Love you"

"Love you too Mom" I hang up the phone .

ARRRGHHH

My mother always has a way of making me feel guilty . But I can't back out now .

I didn't even get to finish my coffee or my toast before I start packing. Buy I never really had much of an appetite. And the sooner I ride out there, the more time I have to work on my piece. I have to bring a separate bag with all my canvases, my paint, and my brushes. I can't believe I'm going back to that town. I bet it hasn't changed since I left. The library and that awful clock, Granny's diner is probably still there and of course that - Regina...

I forgot about her. This is silly she probably left a long time ago. It's been years. Or she finally got married or is still probably not even gay. I don't even know why I'm thinking about her I have to finish packing.
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I finished packing both my bags. I managed to get I. The shower and get dressed in a timely fashion. I make sure all the lights are off and I get my keys and lock the door behind me . I walk down the steps and into the streets of China Town. Parking is bad over here so I managed to get a friend to let me use his garage for parking space. Real storage space. I havent drove lover boy in a year, I just been taking Ubers. Luckily Neal always touches him up every now and then just in case if I ever wanted to drive home again.

I walk to the front of the garage . Neal sees me through the window.

"Open it up Neal" I shout

"No problem swan" the door begins to rise . I see lover boy slowly come into light. Neal steps out and comes into the garage.

"He a good ?" I ask concerned

"Yes ma'am just gave him a full make over. He's good to go "

"Thanks Neal, see you when I get back."

I put my bags in the trunk and hop in the driver's seat. I start the car and begin to drive off to Maine. Let's hope this week goes by in a flash.
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