After a tragic incident Emi needs to provide for her son and when you become a single mum so young it's hard to find a job that suits you and helps you provide a safe environment for your child.
So when she finds a job working as a nanny for the CE...
Listen to Not About Angels by Birdy on repeat whilst you read this chapter for more effect.
It was the second anniversary of his death. Like every year since his death Loai would be dropped off to stay with Mrs beacon for the week.
Emiola would never expose Loai to her mentally unstable state. She had no right to burden him with such woes.
She sat in her cheap motel room. It's price being what called her to it. She had no job now so it was all she could afford it she wished to feed the both of them for the next month.
For her this year was the worst. She felt as if she had hit rock bottom. No income. Nothing to call hers. No him.
She lay on her uncomfortable spring box mattress. Cigarette in one hand vodka in the other.
Smoking was an unhealthy habit she had developed when suffering from postpartum depression and dealing with his death. She never smoked around Loai. She didn't need to.
That job squashed that habit. The thought of having people who needed her to provide for them and be there acted as a distraction to the itchy craving she held for them.
Yet now she couldn't help herself as she wallowed in her self pity.
The bed groaned under her weight as she shifted to the end of the bed swinging over her legs to touch the floor.
She was lethargic and sluggish sighing in anguish as the movements burned her out.
She moved slowly to the window as she listened to the song blasting through her room.
It was his funeral song. Their song. Our song.
Emi took a long draw of her cigarette and exhaled the smoke moulding to her trembles as she let it all out.
The smoke danced in the midst of her cry's as if mocking her despair.
Emi backed into the nearby wall, legs giving out as she slid down the wall. A pain erupted through her body that spread from her head to her heart, causing her to feel as if she was being burnt from inside out.
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We know full well there's just time So is it wrong to toss this line? If your heart was full of love Could you give it up?
'Cause what about, what about angels? They will come, they will go, make us special
Don't give me up Don't give Me up
How unfair, it's just our love Found something real that's out of touch But if you'd searched the whole wide world Would you dare to let it go?
'Cause what about, what about angels? They will come, they will go, make us special
Don't give me up Don't give Me up
'Cause what about, what about angels? They will come, they will go, make us special It's not, about not about angels, angels
-not about angels by Birdy feel free to play as you read this chapter
She felt as if she couldn't do it without him. She just wouldn't be able to. If he could be selfish why couldn't I be selfish too.
The next three days consisted of this destructive mindset.
Wake up. Smoke. Plaster on a fake smile as she called Loai. Drink. Look back at memorabilia she failed to get rid of. Cry. Drink. Cry. Sleep
The fourth day was different.
On the other side of the worn out motel door stood a man. A man who was fighting his own conflicting thoughts but couldn't help himself.
Knocks erupted throughout the room. Emi's head snapping to the door and staring at it in confusion.
She scrambled up from the floor heading to the door swinging It open.
She was met with piercing green eyes that embodied life and nature itself. They brought comfort yet unease.
The man watched as the fragile woman's legs gave way allowing her to crumble into him. His arms slowly enclosing her and holding her up.
The woman's cries increased as he led her into the room closing the door.
They sat there for hours but seemed like minutes to them on the stained laminate floor.
He cleaned her up. Wasted her face and respectfully changed her out of her vomit stained clothes.
He ran a bath for her sitting on the other side of the door listening carefully for any signs of distress.
She stayed in the bath so long that the bath became cold yet inviting. She found some sort of closure in submerging herself in the ice cold water that was her reality.
She sat on the bed staring into space as he poured any bottle he could find down the sink. He checked every cabinet and under the bed ensuring he left no stone unturned.
He disposed of all the cigarettes he could find.
She sat in between his legs. Him in the bed and her on the floor the same way she used to sit when her auntie did her hair.
He helped her tie up her hair into a messy bun. His inexperience showing as he left it full of tangles being too scared to pull so hard when his fingers got trapped in her hair.
During this ordeal no words had been exchanged. Just a peaceful silence. Nothing needed to be said.
"Could you come back to work tomorrow we need you?" He questioned shattering the silent atmosphere. They needed her to be there both physically and mentally. She was willing to do that for her angels.
"I shall Mr Baraz" she responded. His face cringing at the mention of the name. He quickly nodded standing up and making his way to the door.
She quickly followed so that she could close the door behind him. He stepped into the hallway turning to her.
"Than you for today" she said quietly wondering if she should've said anything. Like usual he just nodded standing there awkwardly.
"Luciano" he stated watching her eyebrows raise up in confusion. "My name" he quickly clarified.
Emi slowly nodded as he began to walk away from her and to the lift.
"Bye Lucy" she shouted after him humour lacing her voice. He grunted in response stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stood waiting for the lift.
Emi smiled for the first time that week, even if it was a cracked and painful one.
