Chapter 5
I went home, at first I was agitated. Then I started to think about my day. At first things where okay, then Yasha sent me that letter acting if I where his slave. Stupid Alba wasn't making things any easier. With in the first few swigs from that bottle I was screwed. My time at the station felt slow but now that I thought of it t was rather short.
I was sitting in my room and I heard my lap top ping. I went over to look at it. My little hotmail updater was telling me that I had a new message in my inbox. I clicked on it to see it was from my mother.
Hi Bella,
Honey I'm worried about you. I know you've been having a hard time. If you need or want me too ill fly out and stay with you. If you want you can even move back in with Phil and I. Tell the Blacks I said hi.
I love you,
Mom
I laughed to myself. Nothing could get worse. I lost my boyfriend, my job, and now my mother thought I needed a baby sitter. I pulled out of the chair and decided not to respond. The chair fell backwards on to the floor; I struggled to step over it. I wanted to find a new job. I knew it wasn't gong to be easy. Everyplace that looked in to me would see today's episode. It was too late to get a news paper anyways; eleven was kind of late to get one. I decided to go in the morning, this time id look for a waitress job, that's how I had made my money in college. Plus the tips where great during weekends and happy hours.
I got dresses in my pajamas and went to sleep.
For the next few days I looked for jobs at the major placed in the area. I hadn't gotten and responses for a few weeks and I was starting to watch my money. By the last week of March I was running out of ideas and money.
I looked at my email and yet there was nothing from anywhere. I threw the chair back and it hit my closet doors.
"Fuck it!" I yelled as I kicked the night stand and it fell to the floor. I slid the mirror door open and it was already cracked but the impact of hitting the wall caused it to shatter all over the floor. I grabbed all my clothing that was hanging up and threw them all over the room trying to hit different things.
I pick up my coffee mug from the desk and threw it at the wall right next to the door, the caramel liquid ram down like tears.
