Chapter 13
When the week comes to the close, Zero waits for her phone call which never happens. He knows he fucked up and big time. He had enough money to last a few months, but then what? He started trying to go around getting any job he could, knowing he couldn't go on the street. The thought bothered him terribly. Just no one would hire him, he even tried just being a bus boy or wash the dishes. Everyone said they had someone, they were not hiring. He knew he was shit out of luck.
She wants to call him but is trying to make him see, how much he really does need her. To make him see what he had. It's hard for her to stand her ground at the same time wanting some respect from him. They were no longer children, it was time for him to act his age and stop being an asshole to people who were trying to help. She saw that she grew up and matured a lot from what she used to be. She had no choice, but she also saw that Zero didn't in many ways. He was letting his pride and stubbornness win over what he really needed.
She knew he had enough money to keep him for a bit. She would stay calm and try her best to make him come to her, then she didn't want him to think she gave up on him either. She was in a tough place, she would just see what would happen.
Two weeks go by and its the end of the month and time for the Rent, Ron comes to Zero's apartment wanting his rent.
"Hey, Rent time sweet cheeks," Ron says.
Zero giving him a dirty look.
"Here is your rent," Zero says throwing it at him.
"You're a stubborn one aren't you? The rent is going up, 400 starting next month." Ron says.
"This piece of shit place isn't even worth the 300 and you want another 100?" Zero snaps.
"Look, if you don't want to pay you can always leave. I can get another tenant that won't bitch." Ron replies.
"Whatever, I will have your money, till then get out." Zero growls.
Ron picks up his money and does just that.
Zero just looks around the dump of an apartment, feeling it went up another 100. He had it but for how long without any money coming in. It would go down really fast and he would have to leave anyway.
He sits on his sofa and looks at his phone, what does he do? Give in and Call? Or just forget about it? Would she even answer? If she wanted him she would have called him to come over.
He puts the phone down and goes to make dinner, sitting there eating slowly and just thinking. Her offer wasn't a bad one. It was a nice place to stay and good money. Even food, just what would happen when she didn't want him anymore? He would be back out on the street. How long could she make him stay there? How about if she found someone else that she wanted to marry and have a family with. He would be done for. Even if she gave him a regular job, he felt she wouldn't keep him. If anyone would see him there they would tell her he was an ex-hunter and she would have to fire him. He was fucked.
Then he looked around and saw, he already was. He cleans up his plate and goes into his cot for a bed, looking at the phone on the broken down wooden side table. He thinks of how it was with her, how close he felt to her. How they had fun together and could talk for hours when he wasn't being a dick.
He missed eating with her and talking about their day. He missed the soft touch of her hand and soft touch of her lips on his. It's what scared him, and why he said the things he did. He saw this could move into more. Just if she didn't feel the same it would only hurt him all over again. Just another person to break his spirits along with his heart.
He closes his eyes and goes to sleep, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.