I'll write your name!

Stolen kisses, pretty lies.

For the last two weeks, all I have felt has been disgust. I can't enjoy anything. To make me feel better Tasha has been giving me all the newest gadgets and most expensive gifts, but it does nothing to me. Once again, I feel like committing suicide. I had been happy for so long, but I never realised what was going on. If I had known, I would have never ever ever listened to Tay22 music. I know that I can't escape, but I feel like telling my boss where I have been and apologizing to him would be good. Luckily I remember his phone number really well. I ring his number on the newest Xphone Tasha had given me last week. My boss picks up.

'Hello Thymon, it's me Mike.' I say in a quiet and shameful tone.

'Mike? Is that really you Mike? We all thought you were dead! What is going on here?' Tyron responded. He spoke really fast. 'The news says that you are some celebrity boyfriend nowadays. But I couldn't get a hold of you?'

'Don't worry. I'm fine. I'm in some sort of a bad spot, so I can't come back. How is my mother doing? Do you know?' 

'Your mother?' A long silence came. The silence made me worry. 'The doctor called. He said he had been trying to reach you for over a week. But I said that I didn't know how to reach you either. Give him a call, all right? I'll give you his number. Tyron gives me the number and finishes with saying: 'Don't worry. You're nonactive here now, but if you come back I'll just hire you again.' He hung up and with a whole lot of nervousness I called the doctor.

'Hello. This is Mike or Miguel Frederico. You have news about my mother?' I said with a hesitant voice. 

'Mister Frederico. I have tried to call you more than twenty times over the past months. Your mother has tried to call you even more! She told me on the second day of her treatment that  she had been trying to reach you a lot. I told her that day that the money was only enough for a week. Not a month, like Tasha promised. Also, after the payment for one week's treatment, money never came again. We have only been able to do a week of treatment when the treatment needs four months. Sadly, your mother has passed away two months ago. I am sorry.'

I hung up because my heart had been broke into a million pieces. Tasha promised to pay every month, but she only gave enough money for one week's treatment. When my mother found out on the second day that there wasn't enough money, Tasha had me under her control already. I was too tired to call her that day. If only I had called her- No, it's not my fault. Tasha had planned this all along. My mother died and Tasha knew it was happening. She knew I was under the impression that my mother was well, but Tasha made sure I never actually checked!

My world is falling apart once again, but then I see a little light in all the darkness. I realise that Tasha has nothing left to control me with. I'm going to escape, I will!