This is a shorter chapter because I didn't really want to focus too much on May and Roy but I felt that the state and circumstances surrounding their relationship needed to be addressed before May had any more interaction with Michael Carter.
I'm not really sure if I'm going to continue this story or not. I'm not getting into it as much as I usually do and from what I can see neither are you guys. The next two chapters are written so I'll post them and then decided.
Enjoy and thanks for reading :)
"How much do you owe them?" May asked, cradling Roys head in her lap as she dabbed antiseptic on his cuts. He didn't answer though she could see the guilt and worry clear in his eyes; flinching as she pushed a little harder than necessary on one cut.
"Jesus Mel."
"Sorry" She said sheepishly. "Roy how much?"
"Five thousand dollars." He said without making eye contact.
"Five thousand! I don't even want to know how you owe them so much!" May screamed, rolling her eyes and pushing him off her. Heading to the bathroom she closed the door behind her and slipped into the shower, relishing the feeling of the warm water soothing her aching body.
She was so mad at Roy, they had been in America less than 6months and he was already falling back into bad habits, owing people more money than either of them could afford. She could think of a hundred things she would rather do with that much money. May was over living the poor life; worrying about whether or not they would have enough to make rent this month, constantly thinking about where the money for bills and groceries would come from. Never had May experienced stress quite like this and now she had to be on constant alert, worried that some of Roys 'friends' would be paying her another visit.
Sighing May closed her eyes and let the water run over her body. She knew it wasn't going to be easy when she left her family, and as much as she hated to admit it, the way her father had completely cut her out of their lives when she did had deeply hurt her. She'd give anything to be able to pick up the phone and call her sister. She missed her the most and was struggling being so far away from her, not being able to contact her at all. She worried about how her mother would be treating her or the rules her father must now have imposed on the youngest May as a consequence for Melinda's actions. May knew all of this magnified the problems she was experiencing with Roy, but she had ran halfway across the world with him because she loved him, and the life they were living was not the life he had promised her; it was not what she had dreamed of when she was lying in his arms in the safety of her parents house.
Shutting the water off, May dried herself, putting on clean clothes before walking back into the bedroom. Roys back was to her but she knew he was not sleeping. He was smart and had learnt a long time ago that when May was angry she was best left alone.
Slipping into bed, May stared at the ceiling for a long time, just listening to the sounds from outside. The sun was starting to come up and she knew she would have to go to work in a few hours, despite the overwhelming desire to stay in bed all day and hide. Roys' hand found hers under the blanket but she did not move.
"We are going to be okay Melinda, I promise you."
May didn't respond, she just lay there fighting off the tears. This was the first time since coming to america that she had truly felt homesick.
