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5. The Last Letter
Friday, 19 of December
Hello.
Amadeus is sik. You rimember Amadeus? Are four horses in the school, and the more old is Amadeus. He is a short Apaloosa, is very quiet and very docil. The veterinary is here and say that he is old and the prognostic is not good. This is why this letter is very short, because I'm wiht Amadeus in the box. The veterinary and everyone say is not necessary, but I can't leave Amadeus alone. He needs me.
Tomorow is Saturday and I go to town only to put this letter in the mail, because of you, Victor.
You already see all my letters? If yes, please say me something. I know you are engry, but you now that I am sory and that I am trying to resolve the problem. Please send me a menssage of text.
There were over fifteen envelopes on the couch and many more crumbled sheets of paper littered the floor. It was almost a blasted diary of her life, especially after she'd realised where she was. Stupid asshole.
Growling, Creed got up and paced the living room. He shouldn't have messed up with her, saying she'd have to pay him to crash his house. He hadn't meant it, obviously! Where would she get the money? And when she'd started talking about getting her own place… He knew she couldn't keep a job if she had to up and leave whenever he showed up. He had laughed, imagining the news that she'd got a job! Imagining finishing up whatever job he might have at the time and hurrying over just so she had to go back to the house and drop the freshly gotten job. No way she could get her own place like that.
Unfortunately, the girl had probably guessed he intended to undermine whatever she tried to do. She was only smart when she shouldn't, after all. I mean, getting herself into the X-assholes' middle without knowing it? How could she be so smart for some things, and so dumb for the rest?
He kicked one of the crumbled pages. His silence, however, was making quite a number on her head. She was pratically ready to throw herself at his feet, so maybe, just maybe, it was a good thing she had taken off and that he'd only now learnt of it. A couple more weeks and she'd be ready to come back. For good and without any more fuss.
Creed looked at the last letter. He hoped the horse had died. She was nearly dependent on those animals. He hoped they all died! He could even give them a hand if they weren't ready to kick the bucket just yet. Besides being crushed by the loss, she'd be facing her uselessness in the darned place, and once he reminded her how he was the only person who found her useful… She'd be exactly where he wanted her: cooking, cleaning and getting fucked. She was on her way to become the best housekeeper ever.
Yes, I know, it's very short... but the next chapter will be in tomorrow!
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