Finding Mafia

Forgotten Birthday?

My morning consisted of a steaming hot shower as soon as I woke up. I just needed to wash the sweat and stress from the first work day off of me, as I sat in the shower for far too long.

At one point, it was just spent sitting on the tiled ground, basking in the heat of the shower pouring over me. Watching the droplets run over my face, down my body, and through the drain. Leading it out of sight and who knows where.

Walking into the kitchen I ate a small bowl of cereal and a banana. I did check in on Delilah, but I was met with her snoring very loudly as I opened her door. One foot hanging off the bed, while her one hand was tangled in her the holy, hot, mess of hair on her head. Deciding to let her sleep, I went back to my room and spent the next two hours on the computer looking at apartments.

Delilah won't understand why I need an apartment on my own. I have been basically living on my own for almost two years now and I am not about to start depending on someone. I like my solitude and I am a big girl. I can handle myself, I have had to do it for a long time.

I'll just have to deliver the news, swift and as painless as possible. Like ripping off a bandaid. She will be sad at first, but she knows that I have a lot of baggage I carry, even if I do keep it to myself most of the time.

It's that way I have always been. I keep my shit to myself and only let people know when necessary. And even then it's only small pieces of the information. Delilah knows I have shit I keep to myself and I will forever be grateful that she lets me be, most of the time.

I ended up finding an apartment just a few blocks away. Having saved up money from the past few years of work is really gonna come in handy for the first few weeks here. But it won't be able to get me something as nice as this place. It will be a one bedroom, one bathroom, all furnished apartment. The neighborhood seems to be safe enough, but it's what I can afford. Rent, on top of basic necessities, will be much more expensive than back home.

As of now I plan on working as often as possible. I have never been a stranger to hard work. At the moment I have nothing else to do anyways. Delilah and I once again have work tonight so I saunter into her room once more and shake her forcefully, yet trying not to anger the beast.

She wakes up slowly while groaning and complaining profusely about how bad her feet hurt. Successfully getting her up and dressed, after several attempts from her to get back into bed, we both get ready for the night and make our way to the car.

Songs are playing in the background as I pay no mind, staring absentmindedly out the window.

"What's going on in your strange mind over there." she inquires after minutes of silence.

I turn my attention away from the buildings that captured it to see my friend worriedly looking my way.

Smiling, I try to assure her, "Not a lot."

"That won't work with me Riley."

I sigh, extra loudly. "I am just so glad to be here. Seeing you again has been amazing."

"Aww bitch I love you too, but if you try to wake me up again, your ass is out." she only half jokes.

"You won't have to worry about that for too much longer." I fix my gaze back on the sidewalk full of busy minded people, waiting for this to go south.

My body jerks forward as the car comes to an abrupt stop. Looking over I am met with a pissed off Delilah staring back at me.

"What the fuck are you talking about Riley?"

We sit, stopped in the middle of the street as Delilah looks like I grew a second head. Car horns are going off as she doesn't seem to pay attention. Just looking towards me with wide eyes, open mouth, and an apparent look of being pissed off.