Chapter Two:
Sorry, hun - late work duties. I'll be home soon! Love, Dad
Correct I was. Dad and his late night work, I swear. "Well, I guess I'm home alone." I said out loud to myself. Talking to myself - one habit that I never could get rid of. Chewing nails, not brushing my teeth, smacking while chewing, all those that I could get rid of. This one stuck though, even today I'm not entirely sure why.
"A whole apartment all to myself and I have no idea what to do." I said. And of all the things I could've done, I chose to waste my night on the fire escape. I opened the door leading to the cool, elevated platform overlooking the street. I smiled. This was the one thing that reminded me of the times I had with Mom when she was still here. Back in the times when Dad never worked, that was "Mom's job" he had always joked. When Mom died, he freaked. He'd worked very few hours in his life and didn't know where to start. He thought we'd have to loose the apartment. We were lucky we didn't.
Few voices lingered in the air. It was one of those nights where the news boys, or whatever they called themselves, would be out, doing whatever they did. Dad didn't like them. He bought his paper straight from the shop. When I was young, I asked why he didn't buy from them. "Eliza," He told me. "There are people out there who you shouldn't trust, you never know what you could get yourself into."Part of me was suspicious though. Like they say, something you don't know can always interest you.
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