The Single Mother

Chapter 7- Talla Knight- Strange Advice

My encounter with Phoenix was unexpected to say the least. He was so abrupt and a complete asshole to put it lightly. But at least I'm now aware that it's his usual attitude towards everyone because the way he behaved towards me and Sianna was the exact same as the other night at my parents place.

Plus who's to tell me I'm late to a stupid meeting that could have happened on the phone? He probably has maids and servants to make his bed, put food on his plate as well as make it in the first place and they must presumably dress him as well. While here I am, running after myself, my daughter all the while attempting to constantly beat the clock.

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I was still fuming as I parked into the parking lot of my least favourite place on planet Earth, my now ex-job. The place was a 'high rated' pub on the downside part of the town. It's a place where all the drugged up and alcohol addicted people hung out and made their bets on the sport or deals with the under-aged kids. Overall, it wasn't a safe place and I hated bringing my daughter here with a burning passion.

As soon as my foot stepped into the dank old shack the smell of weed, sweat and burning liqueur filled my nose. Putting on a brave facade, I steadied my eyes, steeled all the butterflies fluttering in my stomach so they became as heavy as boulders and made my way to the managers office hidden in a littler corner behind the performance stage.

"Ahh, Miss Knight, have I missed you." The boss drawled from behind his desk after I shut the doors behind me. "A little birdie by the name of Phoenix King, just called me saying my favourite worker is going to be leaving me due to the fact that she's engaged."

My brave face was beginning to falter the longer I stood in the tiny, dark room and the stale odor that was trapped in the room wasn't helping me. "Y-Yes I'm leaving. It was nice of my fiancee to let you know for me in advance but,  I thought you'd rather hear to story from me instead of him." I stuttered, embarrassed at how weak my voice sounded.

"Well, well, well. So when did he pop the question and how long have you both been dating? I mean it is the Phoenix King we are talking about is it not?"

A lump formed in my throat, my hands began to sweat profusely and the room suddenly felt like it was 1000 degrees warmer. "Well, it's a long story and, I'd love to tell it to you, but I have boxes to pack and my daughter is sitting in the car waiting."

"Very well. I understand your rush. I'll call you to catch up some time, but before you go dear, some advice. Married men as powerful as the King you're engaged to demand more that most can offer. Keep a look out for the side... fun, he might be having." I nodded my head and hurriedly left the bar. 

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That was some weird advice I received, but it's handy to know because my ex-boss happens to be the ex-wife of a cartel owner and the reason she left him was because of cheating. It probably wasn't a good thing to related my 'marriage' to that of a drug cartels.

I clambered into my car and zoomed off to the nearest cheap shop to buy the small amount of boxes that I would need to transfer the stuff from my current home to Phoenix's house, which will soon be my residence. Sianna seemed to have noticed my change of emotions because she to was now on edge and seemed a little grizzly when we entered the giant store.

Being in the store reminded me of the last time I moved and had to sneakily grab all my expensive things, which now literally have zero value, from Mum and Dad's place. Other than that all my furniture came from IKEA and the small decorations came from cheap shops like the Dollar Store, the Reject Shop and Amazon. Even now I buy all mine and Sianna's clothes from online cheap shops like Wish, Romwe and Buy Swap and Sell or Gum Tree.

Sighing, I threw box after box on the long trolley, while watching Sianna stumble up and down the aisle. Another thing that has made the last three years easier for me is that Sianna is one of those babies that has separation anxiety so going out in public when she was crawling and, at her current stage of attempting to walk and run, has been a breeze. "Come on Sianna," I cooed after I gathered all the boxes I needed. "We have to go get packing tape now ad then we gotta go home and get ourselves packing."

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As I crammed all the boxes into the back of the car as well as an overly large, fluffy dog teddy and a matching soft blanket as the teddies colour that Sianna conned me into buying because she  cried for a solid five minutes when I said no, we were finally on our way home. I swear to god that moving with this child will be the death of me as she has the same expensive taste that I once had and the persuasiveness of her grandmother and father.

Thinking about the crying episode that embarrassed the hell out of me made me wish that I had my parents or my best friend or boyfriend to talk and laugh about it with but the harsh and cruel truth always came crushing down on me that I was in this incredibly bumpy and winding journey by myself.

I pulled into the shared driveway of my apartment building and immediately got into the mode. I whisked Sianna out of the car and bathed her, fed her and let her do her own thing while I scrambled around the house, gathering and organizing everything into piles so I could then transfer them into their rightful boxes.

By the end I had about seven boxes, each filled with their respective junk; one box was dedicated to my clothes, make-up and toiletries; one box was dedicated to Sianna's clothes and stuffed animal collection; two boxes were filled to the brim with Sianna's toys and finally the last of the boxes were filled with decorations that I was told wouldn't be needed in a text I received from Phoenix such as utensils and plates, so they were going to a donation center. 

Happy with my day I put Sianna to sleep and quickly follow after myself.

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