90 Days to Love (Completed)

30: Facing My Fears

Jeremiah Mohammed

I got off the elevator and made my way towards my apartment, it felt good to see that big burgundy door after being on the road for longer than I had anticipated. It was late but with Desiree and I both being sick as hell, I knew we needed something that'll help us refuel. Normally, I'd try to whip up something and charm whichever lady I had over; but... I truly didn't have the strength.

Instead, I grabbed us both chicken shawarmas with fries and a drink, also since I was in the area; I may have stumbled into the flower shop to pick up some roses. I didn't want to seem too forward, but leaving the bear and the chocolates didn't seem right. I haven't done thing before, so I'm assuming that it was a package deal, right?

Regardless, it was too late now because, I stood before my door; struggling to get my keys due to one hand being full with our meals while the other was full with the package deal plus two balloons; one said 'get well soon' while the other said, 'it's a girl'. AND before you say anything, I know... the thing is, the get well soon balloon only came in green and I knew that Des' favorite color was pink, so I figured... I'd get both.

I placed the flowers down onto the floor and finally got myself together, I opened up the door and held it with my foot so that I could get everything inside.

I brought everything into the kitchen then looked over the counter to see my father, who was supposed to be working a double; sitting on the couch. He sat upright, no beer cans in sight, dressed better than normal. My brows lowered, "pops?" I said, tearing his attention away from the Baseball game.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come in? This game is intense." He pointed out.

"No work today?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to rest my feet for a few."

"I understand,"

"How you feeling?"

"Could be better, just waiting for it to pass. I wish I knew you were coming home. I would've gotten you some food."

"Oh, don't worry about me Jer."

"Nah, it's your favorite. I will cut mine in half."

"No, Jer. Honestly, don't worry about it. I'm going to head back to work in no time."

"You sure?"

"Positive." He nodded, "you got mail, by the way... it's from your mom."

I nodded, taking off my shoes and placing them on the rack. I walked over to the coffee table and picked up the regular envelope. Opening it, I took out the card that I had expected and opened it; retrieving the money meanwhile tossing the empty card into the recycling. "Thank God, because I was running low." I counted the bills and walked back over to the counter.

"Whenever you're ready, you know there's always a job at the plant for you. I know you're still working on getting registered for the military but until then, a little job wouldn't hurt. Get you more than that chump change you get from helping out at Kerri's."

"Thanks for the offer." I said, "but I'm good for now."

"You always say that."

"And I'm always good." I shrugged. "Plus, the plants hours, interfere with school."

"School?" he smirked. "I don't understand why you're always riding on that place, I mean, they already messed you up once. You didn't get the one thing you trained forever for, so I don't get the hype and why you're trying so hard this time around. I mean, you don't even need a serious education for the military, I'll help you out, give you some test questions and you should be good."