Give Me Love

Chapter 1

My shoe laces dangled off the top of 30 Rockefeller Plaza. A place where I’ve longed to go for so long, was now about to be the last place I’d ever been alive. I was raped my freshman year of college by my “boyfriend”, so I transferred from Boston College to NYU where I was barely making it. Every guy that approached me, I was scared to even look at, I had no friends. My father died two months ago, my financial aid never dispersed to NYU which meant I couldn’t attend school to finish off my senior year, and my childhood home in the Hamptons is now being foreclosed. Meaning my mom and two little sisters are homeless. I was homeless. I have no way to provide for my struggling mom and sisters, nor do have any purpose anymore. Everything’s a mess and I see no signs of it getting cleaned up so here I am, standing on the edge of this building. At least I’d be at peace.

“Hey, get down from there!” A masculine voice rang across the Top of The Rock. I looked over to see a middle-aged man with a Saint Rose sweatshirt on and some jeans. I didn’t speak.

“Okay listen, I know you might have some plausible reasons to do this, but you only get one shot at life pal. At least give it another try.” He walked closer to me.

“No. I don’t trust you.”

“You have every right not to, I won’t even touch you. Just please don’t do this, you’ve got a family. You’ve got an entire world to see, a lot to look forward to. Love, marriage, children, grandchildren maybe.”

“Everything’s so bad..” My throat closed up and it was harder to breathe. I began crying.

“You okay kid?” He pulled me off the ledge and I sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

“I want to die. You should’ve just left me here.”

He sat next to me and I hit him in the chest.

“You should’ve left me alone!” I screamed in his ear.

Even after I yelled and hit him, he still stayed. He just sat next to me, quietly.

“You know.. I lost my wife a year ago. We divorced and she moved to New Jersey. I only get to see my daughter every other week, and it kills me. I wanted to give up too. But I knew that there’s a whole bunch of people out there who love me and expect me to be on their tv sets at night. I know that I have a daughter who needs her dad. Someone out there needs you too, pal.”

I thought about my mom and two sisters. If I had died, what would they have done? I was now more upset for even trying to do something so horrific.

“My sisters..” I uttered.

“So you talk!” He smiled. It was a warm and welcoming smile, too. I decided to return it.

“And you smile, such a pretty smile. But your sisters?” He questioned.

“They’re 10 years old, and my mom lost my dad 2 months ago. And the family house is gone, so they have no place to go. They’re in shelters in the Hamptons. I have no money to go out there to see them, I’ve been sleeping in Central Park, I’ve tried to get money to see them but taxis charge so much for that long ride.” I wiped my face with my cruddy hands and sighed.

“So you have no place to go tonight?” He asked.

“No, sir.”

“Listen, I’ll take you to my place. It’s the least I can do.” He offered. I was now afraid. I didn’t know him, and in this light I couldn’t really see his face. He could be some sick person. But I haven’t eaten in two weeks and this was the best offer I’d heard in months.

“Okay.”

And just like that we were on the elevator going down to the lobby. I kept looking down, but I decided to finally look up at the man who was taking me home.

“No fucking way.” I spoke, as the elevator doors opened.

“What?” He laughed.

“You cannot be Jimmy Fallon.”

“I am. And what’s your name?” He smiled.

“Andie.”

“Ah, Andie. I like that. Come on, my car’s in the back garage.”

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