•Forming Tears•

•Day 46•

I had been working at the restaurant and bar for almost a month now. Every morning I'd wake up early and take my work clothes to the restaurant with me just in case so that no one sees me. It was the same routine everyday. Wake up, go to work, deal with a bunch of kids and come back home.

I had only a little time left before everything was over.

The day Nick had told me about seeing Tyler at his school, I had finally gotten to meet him. He looked the same just like the last time I had seen him. Jet black hair spiked to the side, blue eyes and tan skin. Only he looked more mature than before. What kind of water do men drink that makes them look like that?

He had hugged me for at least 20 minutes, telling me about how much he'd missed me and was mad at me for disappearing.

I had told him about what had happened, the murder case, my family basically disowning me and Nick and his grandma taking me in.

He being him, comforted me and let me cry on his chest until I felt like there were no more tears left.

Knowing Tyler ever since we were babies, and basically being like siblings, we were never seperate. Every time dad would grab me by my hair and hurt me, 14 year old Tyler was there for me and would help me get out of the situation.

Most times, after every fight my family had, he'd let me stay with him in his house, since we lived on the same street.

Tyler's parents were quite rich, his dad working as a politician and his mum a doctor at the nearby hospital. They also knew about my situation. This one time Tyler had brought me to his house, crying with red marks all over my face and clothes all ripped. I finally broke the shell and told them what had happened. They weren't all too shocked as I'd always stay over at their house every week, something that best-friends don't always do, but nonetheless still surprised.

That night made things worse for me once Tyler's parents had called the police on my parents. The police had showed up at my parents' and they fed them with their lies and soon they left. When I went back home that one evening, I was immediately grabbed by my father and was beat until I couldn't move my limbs to protect myself.

Soon after, my 'parents' moved to a new house to get away from Tyler's parents and because we hadn't been paying the bills, well my father hadn't.

So when I had accidentally stabbed Alex, my ex boyfriend in the chest, I had ran away from his place and mine and since Tyler didn't have my address, we lost touch.

I told Ty about my health, he knew before which is why he was always taking care of me, but once I told him about how much time I had left since the last visit to the doctors which was three months ago, he had insisted to take me to the hospital where his mum works at.

I refused, I'd have to pay for the surgery for more than what my life costs, besides I don't have the money and I can't be indebted to Ty and his family all over again.

I was in too many debts

I had annoyed too many people with my existence

It was only right for me to go

Every night, I would write in a brown leathered diary about everything that had happened to me since I was born or as far as my memory could serve me.

When the doctor had told me I had two months to live, till everything was over, I wrote that down too. It was like another person I could talk to, only this time I wouldn't be weighing down on someone's shoulder.

Moving my thoughts away and getting back to reality, I grabbed my paycheque from my boss which was put in an envelope. I counted it all and it was right on 3000 dollars.

Leonardo grabbed something from his back jean pocket which happened to be more
cash, he handed it over to me as I looked at him confused.

"That's $200 extra, just from me to you. You've been working quite hard and our guests-" he pointed to the men and women sitting in expensive clothing's behind the bar and on the leather couches, "- have been quite pleased with your work," he leans into my ear and whispers. "especially the men, they want to see you working more hours here." He moves back and rests against the wall, smug to announce that I'll be getting payed more, knowing or at least thinking that I'd agree.

"Actually, I'm quitting right now." I say as I put the money in my handbag.

He looks over at me, his expression changed from smug to confused as he stands up straight. "But I'm going to pay you more, why are you quitting?" He says in his slight foreign accent.

"I don't care, I had decided to work here only until I get my paycheque." I pull out another white envelope from my bag and hand it over to him. "I'll get going now." I say as I walk out of the room and out the restaurant.

Finally I can breathe

The setting there was never appropriate for me, I always felt stuffed, almost like someone had enclosed me in a dark small room with no air coming in.

I let out a breath of air into the cold- almost frozen air around me. The snow lay-ed like a white blanked on the stores, once I finished looking around me, I put my hands in the pockets of my jumper and turned around, ready to finish off the final thing on my bucket list.

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Hey! Chapters up and it's been a while like always (lol!) I might be updating soon again,  this book and the others. Have a great weekend everyone!