The Contract

CHAPTER 8

He just got off a phone call with Moira, and Erin was sure if he heard more bad news he was going to jump off a cliff

Natasha was bound to arrive the next week, Moira notified him

He didn't know what Natasha was coming to do in the city, but it wasn't good, every where Natasha went, things went wrong especially since she started behaving like a psychopath

Impulsive and in over her head at times

Deep inside he felt that if Natasha was able to have a baby maybe things would have been better, but her obsession with being a mother, drove her completely insane, and with him gone, she feels some kind of loss

Erin buried his head in his hands, his mind racing, he knew he had a plan, but he didn't know how to do it

He knew exactly who to ask, grabbing his phone from his desk, he swept into his contacts

Nothing, he didn't have her number

But he sure did have her adress

And he had already decided what he was going to do, as soon as he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of his apartment

Roman kicked off her shoes, and threw her coat on the floor, dropped her bag and slid into her sofa

She was tired, spent, depressed

She needed to disappear, or just exchange lives with someone

She was scared, she was hardly keeping it together, she knew she should be there when her mom wakes up
But she couldn't be at the hospital anymore

She couldn't stand there and look at her mother, unconscious, not knowing when she'd wake up or if she would at all

If she was in pain or not, if she was giving up or not

She hated feeling helpless, and looking at her mother on that bed, gave her that damned feeling and rather than be insane worrying about the outcomes that either could or could not be true

She knew that back. In her apartment is where she could find solitude

Her apartment

She opened her eyes and acknowledged the state of her living room

Papers on the table, on the couch, on top of the TV, on the DVD player, socks under the sofa and the arm chair, a dirty sweater hanging from the chair's arm

A pantie hanging on the coats rack

Coffee mugs on the floor, on the table, on the small ottoman

A half burnt pancake left over on a saucer

She stood up and headed to the kitchen

There was no exception

The half burnt pancakes and cookies were on the kitchen counter, a sink full of dirty dishes

Her dirty laundry basket was about to topple down from being over loaded

She realized just how much she missed her mom
Her mom would have been there to tell her to wash the dishes or put her clothes in the right place, or to get herself a dish washer if she was going to be too lazy to do it on her own
But she wasn't

She sighed and headed up the stairs, her bedroom was almost clean, she shrugged out of her tight jeans and top and pulled over a huge sweater she normally wore on her lazy days when she was just staying at home for Netflix and  take out food

She dreadfully walked down the stairs and decided she'd start with the kitchen first
She secured her dirty laundry into the basket making a note to herself that she'd get back to them later on when she's finished
She pulled on her washing gloves and turned on the tap letting the dishes soak first before she started getting to work