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Tracey Lopez
It's a Monday morning and the worst day of my life. I hate Monday with passion and I wish that day could be canceled from the calendar. I just want to sleep but it's never going to happen cos lots of work is waiting for me at the cafe.
My alarm won't stop making those stupid noises. I groaned loudly "Why me? " I tried to stop the sound by covering my head with a pillow but it's never going to happen. I can hear the sound of my door. I just don't know why this has to be happening to me.
I rushed to the door to get it. I'm sure it's the delivery man. The moment I opened the door, I realized my mistake. The delivery man was a cute-looking man with a small dimple on his cheek. He stared down at my bare chest and I knew instantly that I fucked up.
I forgot to take my robe with me. My breath was slightly on display. I took the message from him and hurriedly said " thanks " before closing the door. I realized a breath I didn't know I was holding.
This is my life. I'm a normal college student trying hard to make a name for myself. Having lost my dad the full responsibility fell on me as the only child. My mom is a drunkard and doesn't care about me. All she cared about was herself alone. I've learned to live with that fact. She made my life miserable when I was living with her and that is what led me to leave the apartment for her and then went ahead to rent one for myself.
I was glad the apartment belonged to Dad and she is his next of kin which means I don't have to worry about two rent fees. She steals and demands money from me and I can't help but give it to her. She is my mother, right? And I should do my duty as her daughter.
At some point, I find it draining. I feel like she does this thing to get back at me. Why I said so is because I'm the only one who was with dad when he passed away.
It was a faithful evening, I went for a party with some of my friends, Dad was just heading home that night and I called him to pick me up. I thought I was going to spend the night with my best friend and that is Sasha.
It was all planned but things changed when there was a storm. Everyone was stranded and they all called their family members to come take them home and I was all alone. Sasha followed her boyfriend and I decided to call Dad. Dad came to take me that faithful day. It was the worst day of my life. I regret ever calling him cos if he hadn't come he would still be alive and Mom would be her normal self. I changed everything for everyone.
I ended the thought and went upstairs to prepare for work. I have just twenty minutes left to be at work. I need to take the bus cos I don't have a car. My life is a disaster trust me.
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I didn't take much time in the bathroom. It was faster than I could think of. My clothes were already hanging. I always hang the clothes I'll be wearing the next day just to ease the stress of finding clothes to wear on a particular day. I put it on and took my bag and some things I know I always take with me.
I gave myself a final look before rushing to the door. I locked the door the moment I went outside. My phone has been ringing in my car. I groaned but brought it out to see who was calling.
It was none other than Tristan my boyfriend. I have a smile on my face seeing his name pop up my screen. I picked it up instantly.
" hey Tristan," I said with a wide smile. He makes me so happy. Lately, he has been distant but that hasn't stopped me from loving him the way I did. He was with me throughout my hard time.
" hey love, I'm sorry I didn't wake you up early. I was so busy that I lost track of time "
I rolled my eyes " My alarm did the work and it's so annoying "
He chuckled through the phone. The sound of his laughter soothes my heart. I can't love him less " I'm glad you aren't late. Let me not take much of your time. I'll call you when you get to work. I love you"
He ended the call before I could replay with " I love you too"
I heaved in a sigh and put my phone pack in my trouser pocket. I know he has been so busy lately but he doesn't give me his time like he used to before. I don't want to think too much about it but it's unavoidable.
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