Chapter 1
I'm having a nice dream about meeting a handsome man as I hear my alarm clock through my dream. I start to stir, opening my eyes and raising my hand to my side dresser to shut off the alarm.
It doesn't shut off fast enough for me as I slam my fingers down on it, frustration feeling me until finally it shuts off, leaving me back alone in silence.
"Damn alarm always messing up my nice dreams," I say softly to myself as I stretch my arms out over my head feeling my left arm sting a little telling me I slept too much on it last night.
Pushing the covers back, I sit up and rub my tired eyes. I'm sitting up in my bed for a few minutes, letting my sleepy body wake up a little more before I swing my legs over and climb out the bed, heading into the bathroom to start getting dressed for work. I turn the shower on, letting the water start warming up and head to the kitchen.
A few minutes after I'm walking into my kitchen, I make a straight path towards my new coffee pot and add my coffee grinds into the filter, adding enough to make 2 cups. I don't drink much just to get me going in the early morning, so 2 cups will be more than enough.
I press start and head back to my bathroom while waiting on the coffee to brew, knowing my water is now running hot.
I'm a great multi tasker.
I walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, taking off my nightgown, pushing down my undies, and looking at myself in the mirror.
I have been trying my best to diet lately, but it's so hard sometimes to actually stick with it once I want something to eat, that's it.
I need to lose weight.
I'm 5'0, so all the fast food I love so much is just below my waist, and it's super hard to lose trust me. I have been trying for years. I would lose a few pounds, but months later, I would have packed it all back on.
Making a huffy noise as I grab my toothbrush, adding toothpaste onto the brush, I start to brush my teeth while going to the shower and testing the water, sticking my finger tips inside feeling the warm water running down my hand onto my arm.
I brush my teeth for a few minutes, making sure I don't miss a spot, I lean a little bit over the sink, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing my mouth out with mouthwash, and once I am finished, I quickly step into the shower and start washing my head.
Grabbing my mago smelling shampoo, I pour a healthy amount onto my hand before slowly beginning to scrub my scalp, enjoying the warm water flowing down my body.
After my shower, I step out and put on the work clothes I had laying on the counter, I lay them out at night before going to bed that way I won't have to start struggling to find them in the morning. It's nothing special just a blue t-shirt and black pants the uniforms are nice looking but I love my apron, it's black with red roses covering it the shop owner said we could wear whatever apron we wanted as long as it was appropriate.
I quickly dress and start to brush my hair, deciding I should pull it up in a messy bun before heading back to the kitchen to fix my cup of morning coffee.
1 French Carmel creamer and 3 scoops of sugar is exactly how I like mine, I'm not a fan of basic coffee it tastes nasty as heck to me.
I drink my coffee in a hurry, grabbing a banana and quickly eating it while slipping my arpon around my neck and tying it behind my back. Swallowing my last bite of my banana as I slid on my black work shoes, stopping at the edge of the kitchen counter to grab my purse before heading out the door.
I love my normal days after work, I'll come home and read a book after my shift getting lost in a sometimes better world or wishing I had a man that loved me like the ones I was reading about. I'm a big fan of those growling types of men with big hearts.
Stepping outside, I immediately noticed that its rain made me quickly turn right back around to grab my umbrella from inside the house next to my door before shutting and locking it.
Walking towards my car, digging the key remote to the car out of my purse, I press the unlock button, shoving it back into my purse before opening my umbrella and stepping out into the rain.
Feeling a few rain drops dripping down my arms and legs, my body gives out a small shiver as I start to get a little cold from the rain and wind goosbumps spreading out on my skin.
I open the car door quickly, climbing in, trying my best not to allow too much water to pour inside my car and quickly closing my umbrella, shoving it next to my seat before closing my car door.
Starting my car I put on my seat belt, quickly turning off the AC as I feel the cold air flowing over my already cold body turning the music on and the volume up high enough to help wake me up.
Bringing my hand to the shift, I slowly pull down, putting my car in reverse, pressing my foot on the gas, and back on out my driveway. Not even a few minutes later, as I'm driving to work, my phone starts to ring, and I look at the dashboard, seeing "John calling" popping up onto my screen.
What would he want now?
Sighing with frustration, I raise my hand to my screen, hitting accept, and answer the call.
"Hello," trying to keep the growl out of my voice, and no, I'm not just being annoyed with my brother for any reason. He has been making my life hell for years. Every penny that I am able to save goes straight to him. otherwise, he won't leave me alone.
"Hey, sis," I hear my brothers dull voice flowing through my car speakers as I hear that he is once again doped up like freaking always.
Rolling my eyes as I hear him call me sis and I can't help but wonder what does he wants now? Why can't he just be like normal brothers calling to check up on his baby sister instead of acting not like a normal brother because he wants something?
He always does.
"Hi, John," I reply loudly, making sure he can hear me over the damn rain and maybe a little bit of anger towards him came out in my voice without meaning too.
"Where are you going in this weather, Emma?" He asks just as loud, and I hear loud, fussing voices wherever he is.
"Heading to work, you know the thing you do to earn an honest living? How I'm able to always support your bad habits and have to pay them bills, right?" I say quietly, not wanting to get into another fight with my brother for the tenth time this month already.
"I work, Emma." He snaps loudly, his voice cracking like a whip through my car.
"No, John, you gamble and spend the money on drugs. That's dirty money, it's always getting you into some kind of trouble, " I say sharpy, while squinting my eyes at the road goodness, it's starting to really come down.
"Well speaking of trouble, I need a favor from my beautiful sister. " He says and chuckles softly, attempting to try and butter me up.
I'm not a dang piece of toast.
I knew it.
I just freaking knew he had a reason for calling me, and it wasn't just to say drive safely in the rain.
"How much this time?" I asked, sighing loudly, wondering how much this trouble will cost my barley existing savings account.
I know I should not give into him, but if I don't, he will only nag me until I end up just doing it anyway just to make him shut up.
I have no choice if I'd like to have peace of mind.
"Well, it's been gone up now for the late fees. I was told it would be around 1k," He says lightly like it's no big deal.
God dang it.
"1k? As in 1 thousand dollars?" I screech not really believing my ears, this is the biggest amount he has asked me for, usually it's just a couple of hundred.
I can't help my tone. I'm being rude, but I honestly don't care anymore. This happens to me all the time. Every time I save some money for college, my brother comes in asking for a fudging favor, and I have to watch my dreams get pushed back in the closet.
"Well, I also need things to live on Emma like food! You would think my only sister would love to help her brother. " He snaps at me again, anger starting to lace his tone, and I'm tempted to hang up on him.
"What happened to the 500 I gave you just last week for things like food, John?" I asked just as loud as he did, feeling my blood pressure starting to rise.
"Oh sis, that 500 didn't last me very long," he sighed softly.
"Why? Did you lose another bet? " I say, making my words sound snarkly. It's a big fat joke with him. I work hard, and he spends it on "fun" shit.
"Fine. Yes. I did. I was so sure that fighter would triple my money, but the dude he was fighting against knocked him out in the second round, " he explained, sounding annoyed at the fighter for losing him money.
I would say that's what he gets, but I'm the one that will have to pay for whatever strew up my brother did.
Like I give a flying cookie sheet!
"I can't give you any more money right now, John, I have bills of my own to pay, and I'm still trying to save money for college. You know this." I say sadly I have been trying to save for college for three years now, three years of watching my account decrease over and over.
"But you don't understand -" he started, but I cut him off because I had had enough.
"No. You don't understand. Instead of getting your ass out of those underground fights and having a real job, you waste all my hard-earned money daily. Enough now, " I tell him.
"Emma, please -" he tried again, but I stopped him harder this time.
I hung up the phone on him, practically smashing my finger into the screen hard. My poor car did not deserve that.
Fuck him.
Emma please my ass I'm tired of this. I'm tired of working my butt off and for what? What do I have to show for it?
My run-down apartment?
My stove that hardly works?
What?
Throwing my phone on the passenger seat, I turn the radio up louder, ignoring the calls that keep coming in from my brother and drive to work.
I will not give him any more money.
