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My One Night Alone with The Boss

Chapter 3 Part 3

Word Count: 1265    |    Released on: 06/04/2023

said. "Come on, Sinclair opens the door; we

smoothness of his voice. So I kept telling myself not

ng emotional and overreacting! Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. But, But, Sinclair, open the doo

, the knocking stopped! I was so relieved things didn't escalate further than they already had. I didn't want to call the police

to see him struggling to put that mattress on top of his hot, smoking red sports car that he loved so much

at the windo

in his car and drove away. Was I worried by his words? Yes, a little, but I was

e strength and fortitude it took to stand up for myself. But now

e will I get that kind of money again in the next 30 days? Plopping down on the sofa, I realized I only had 30

ry little food in the refrigerator, a doggie bag of uneaten lunch from a few days ago. A half a

ns, I would dump them in a pot. So I entered the closet, opened the jar, poured the cash of currencies on the bed, and started countin

d outside, and the store was about a mile from my place. It would be a nice walk in the spring or maybe summertime, but not in the winte

s to wait for the bus, a block and a half from the apartment buildin

e driver, hoping

e tag, trying to sound friendly. "Hi Troy, ho

sign. "Oh, $2.75 one way and $5

he driver, smiling, and holding m

nd looked down at my hand. T

ll get you a

le behind me groaned impatiently. I didn't know what to say or do. But I know bread,

cold out here!" A m

? My child is cold!" A lady wit

me despise my ex even more for what he did to me. Instead, I quickly searched for an empty seat on a crowded bus with all eyes on me. Emb

up of guys on the corner made me nervous. It was the first time I had experienced something like this. It wasn't very comforting. Hence, I walked as fast as my legs could, c

. I finally made it inside the apartment building. I hit the swit

shing I was home in sunny Florida with my family. I didn't realize what poverty felt like until I hi

embarrassed to tell anyone how awful things were going for me here in New York. I certainly didn't want to hear from my family. We told you

turn it around. I felt weak in my mind, heart, soul, and body. I wondered, C

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