It's been a week since that man took the wallet back. What was his name? Oh yeah, Jason.
"Good Morning." Danny said as he came out of his bedroom.
"Morning," I smiled back at him as I put the pancakes into the plate and spilled the last bit of syrup onto them, "Here's breakfast."
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"No, I'm not hungry." I lied. Truth was, I was starving. There was no food in the refrigerator and starvation was knocking on the door. So this was my life. No money, no food, no anything good.
I started feeling unbelievable anger and hate towards everyone I know except for Danny, he's the only blameless person. For the first time ever, I was glad he was mentally challenged. He didn't understand we were both close to starvation, close to terrifying times, close to death. He knew I was always sad but he didn't know why. Like a little kid, he was innocent.
Danny finished his food and went off to school. I was alone at last and could finally cry. I needed to have a good cry. I needed to let everything go. But it didn't help. Crying didn't take away the pain, it made it grow instead.
Hate and Anger. Two feelings surrounded me as I remembered the night last week when Jason took the wallet away. That ass-hole. He pretended to care, acted as if he felt sorry for me. Even his eyes fooled me. I should have know that he only manipulated me so he could get me into bed. I should have seen it coming. If it wasn't for that damn phone call, I would have regretted that night forever.
I got dressed and left the freezing boat. I needed some air, some freedom, some time to think.
I found myself walking into an unknown direction, I didn't know where I was going but as long as my legs lead the way I didn't care. It must have been some good part of town, far away from the docks where my worn-out old boat stood. The houses were amazing, big tall towers, hotels, and other buildings lined the path.
I soon reached a building I have only read about in some old newspaper that I stole. Hyperview Towers. That place was said to be the most expensive place in the whole New York state. Some powerful mobsters lived their, not that I remembered their names.
A familiar face walked out of the front door and headed towards the street. I pretended not to notice him but he saw me.
"Hey, are you okey?"
He must have seen my tears, "Yeah, I'm fine." I said angrily as I continued walking.
"I can help you." he said. "I can take you where ever you need to go, it's too freezing outside for anyone to be walking."
I started feeling even angrier then I did before. That idiot assumes that I need a ride someplace, nothing more then a ride. "I prefer to walk." that came out more then angrily, that sounded like true wrath.
"Are you mad at me? I don't know why you would be, but are you?" the stupidest question/comment I have ever heard.
I couldn't hold back. I turned to face that insensitive mother-fucker, "Yes, actually, I am. You came to my boat last week, tried to seduce me when I was in a vulnerable state just so you could get that damn wallet back."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not. Anybody with even half a brain would know that you're rich, you're family, you're boss, everybody in your life is rolling in money."
What does that have to do with anything?" He asked angrily.
I couldn't hold back, tears started rolling down my face. Some froze on my cheeks as the winter wind flew by, "While all of you roll around in riches, I'm fucking starving to death. Yes, today I made my brother the last bit of food there was left. I'm too broke to even feed him tomorrow. Did you know that? Did you know that I haven't ate in like three day? I bet you didn't. But after all, it's not like you would care about anyone of lower class then yourself. So go back to your perfect little life and pretend like you never met me. It shouldn't be that hard." I yelled.
My head started spinning as my stomach grred from the hunger, starvation.
Jason looked at me for a long time. His eyes, the same sad eyes they were that day last week. Misleading, a total lie.
"I want you to move in with me." He said as he touched my hand. Was he joking? He looked serious but I couldn't be sure.
"Why?"
"Because I don't have the perfect life. Maybe you could make it better." He said as he walked me into the warm building. Warm, something I haven't felt in a long time.
The wrath was now slowly returning to anger, and then less then that. Soon, that evil little sin was gone.
