Leslie got down from the bus absentmindedly and walked a short distance to her apartment building in Brownsville. This battered neighbourhood had provided a place for her and her father when they had nowhere else to go. Despite its high crime rate, it was where they called home.
"Hey, Les," a gruff voice sounded.
She turned around and found Ted, a local and a chronic gambler who'd been friends with Leslie and her dad since they moved in.
"Hi, Ted. How's it going?" she said.
"I should be asking you that, hon. Tesla's been worried about you. She says you've lost too much weight, and now that I see you," he said, sizing her up from head to toe, "I think she's right."
Leslie sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm fine, Ted. I just want Dad to feel better soon."
"He will. Don't worry, he definitely will," he said, patting her back firmly. "How about you come around tonight for dinner? Tesla's making those fried dough balls you like so much."
If it was any other night, she would've agreed in a heartbeat. But not tonight. She just wanted to go home, have a long hot bath, and sleep straight away.
"I would love to, Ted, but I'm not in the right frame of mind right now. But please send my regards to Tesla. Tell her I'll swing by later in the morning, okay?"
Ted knew that she couldn't be convinced otherwise, so he gave up. "Fine, but don't be too hard on yourself, ok, kid? Greg will be fine. He's one hell of a strong man."
He bade her goodbye and disappeared into the night.
Leslie unlocked the door to her apartment. Greeted with an air of loneliness, she retired to bed hungry, alone, and petrified about her future.
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Leslie sat on the sofa in her living room, staring coldly at a certain purple card on the table as if she wanted to burn a hole through it. She had spent the past 30 hours in turmoil. She still couldn't understand the absurdity of this whole situation. She'd even tried painting something new to clear her mind, but all she ended up with was a living room filled with unfinished canvases and scattered art supplies.
"I have to do something about this place," she muttered and pulled herself together so she could clean the place up.
Her phone suddenly rang, and her heart leapt into her throat. It had been doing that lately, as if just waiting for a call that she hoped would never come. The sound of her ringtone woke her from her reverie, and when she saw the caller ID, an audible sigh of relief escaped her lips. Her tensed shoulders loosened, and a small smile played at her lips. She picked up on the fourth ring.
"Okayyy, why did you take so long to pick up?" a cute voice whined.
"I'm sorry B, I was daydreaming again," she said softly to her best friend Betty, her source of strength in both good and bad times.
"How are you feeling today? How's Pops doing? Is he getting better?" Betty questioned.
"I'm okay, I guess. No, scratch that. I'm in a terrible place right now, and Dad isn't doing too good either. I feel so helpless, B. Why is the universe against me?" she said and palmed her face with her left hand.
"Oh, don't say that, babe. It'll be fine. You know you can talk to me, right? I may be far away right now, but I'm just a phone call away," Betty said, trying to cheer up her best friend. Betty lived 3,000 miles away in San Francisco, but their bond was as strong as ever.
"I know, B, I know," Leslie said.
"Okay, so tell me everything that has been bothering you lately," Betty said.
Leslie confided in her best friend about everything that had gone wrong that week and ended with a sob. "I don't know what to do, B. I'm just so confused."
"Holy cow, are you serious right now? It's... it's so hard to believe," Betty said, her voice full of awe. "Don't cry, Les. If you cry, then I'll cry with you. I just want you to know that the decision is yours, and I'll be with you every step of the way, okay?"
"Okay," Leslie responded. "Thank you so much, B. I really needed that."
"It's my pleasure and duty," Betty said, earning a small laugh from Leslie. "I'll talk to you later, B. I need to go visit Dad."
"Okay, hon. We'll talk later," Betty said and hung up the phone.
Leslie took a deep breath, exhaled, and gathered her stuff to go visit her dad.
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Pushing the door of her dad's ward open, Leslie was greeted with the familiar sight of her dad resting on the bed. He looked even worse today, frailer and more haggard. She felt tears prick the back of her eyes, but she had to stay strong for her dad. She steadied herself and stopped her voice from wobbling when she said, "Hey, Dad," in a soft voice.
Her dad turned around and beamed at her weakly. "Leslie, my girl, you came."
She nodded and crossed the room, holding his hand and squeezing gently.
"You don't look too good. Is there something you want to tell me? You know I'm always here," he said, squeezing back gently.
"There... there's something I need to tell you, Dad," she stuttered.
"Okay, dear, say it. I'm all ears."
She took a long, deep breath, her stance nervous, and said, "I've found a way to pay for your treatment. Each and every one."
Her father's eyes widened in surprise. "B-but how?" he questioned skeptically. "We don't have that kind of money."
She avoided his gaze and continued, "The lady who came here last time is Eleanor Blackwood. She... she gave me an offer. Her son Julian needs a wife, and in exchange, she'll pay for all your bills."
"You've got to be kidding me, Leslie. Marrying a stranger? C'mon, you can't do this. What will happen to your future, your happiness? Have you thought about that?” He said, his face tightening with worry. He tried to sit up, but Leslie made him lay back down.
"But you're my happiness, Dad. I can't lose you. I've thought about this long and hard, and it's the only option I have if I'm going to save you. I can handle this, I promise," she said, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.
Leslie's dad made her sit on the chair close to him, his weak eyes filled with sorrow. "Leslie, dear, you're so strong and brave, my girl, but this is just too much to ask from you."
She shook her head. "No, Dad, it's not too much. I'd do anything for you, Dad, anything at all."
"But I... I just want you to be happy, my dear. My only wish is that you find the happiness that you deserve. Promise me that you'll be happy even in this marriage," he said, carefully cupping her right cheek.
"I promise, Dad. Don't worry, I'll find a way to make it all work," she said, placing a kiss on the palm of his fingers. "You just need to focus on getting better, okay, Dad?"
He nodded softly, and a moment of silence passed, the weight of her decision filling the air. "I love you so much, Leslie."
A lone tear escaped her left eye. She quickly swiped it and replied, "I love you too, Dad."
As Leslie left the hospital that evening, she felt a mixture of trepidation and resolve. She knew she was sacrificing her dreams and aspirations for her father's life, but deep in her heart and soul, she also knew that it was the right decision to make.
She arrived home and looked across the room, her eyes zeroing in on the purple card that still lay on the table. She walked over, picked it up, took a deep breath, and dialled the number written on the card. The receiver picked up after a few rings, and a cold feminine voice rang out.
"Hello?"
"Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood. My name is Leslie Harrison from the cafe a few days ago. I've... I've made my decision…”
Eleanor Blackwood leaned back on her plush chair behind a huge lush teakwood table, glanced around her office that spoke of opulence and splendour, and sighed briefly. "Everything is going according to plan," she muttered.Footsteps echoed across the corridor, and a tall, strikingly handsome man walked in with a scowl etched on his face."You called for me, Mother?" Julian Blackwood said sharply, his voice impatient."Now, now, that's no way to talk to your mother, is it?" she replied, her face scrunching up in disapproval. "Anyways, sit down. Let's have some afternoon tea," she offered."I do not have time for this, Mother," he bit out. "I was about to seal a very important deal with the Pattersons when your incessant calls came in.""Oh please," she said, rolling her eyes. "The Pattersons can wait. Sit. Down. Now. I have something very important to talk to you about."Julian clenched and unclenched his fingers, drew out a chair, and took a seat, breathing in and out through his mout
"That'll be $15.35, ma'am," a somber voice said, snapping Leslie out of her thoughts. She looked up and saw the taxi driver still looking at her through the rearview mirror."Oh, right, sorry," she said and dug her fingers into her purse. She pulled out some money and gave it to the man. She alighted from the vehicle, took two suitcases out of the trunk, and stood in awe of the mansion before her. She felt overwhelmed and very small in this huge mansion."So this is Blackwood Manor," she muttered to no one in particular.A lady in a maid's uniform with an impassive face walked up to her and said respectfully, "Are you Leslie Harrison?"Leslie cleared her throat and responded, "Yes, I am," trying to fake a smile."Welcome to Blackwood Manor, madam. My name is Kris," the lady introduced. "Let me get that for you," she said, referring to the brown-colored suitcases. "Right this way. I've been waiting for you. I was sent to receive you," Kris said, pointing forward with her hand and guidi
“Ah yes, Phil, tell me,” Julian said over the phone to his personal assistant. A towel swung along his neck, his hair damp from the shower he had just taken after a gym session at the built-in gym the manor had.“They did what?” “I’m sorry, sir. I did the best I could to stop them, but after you left that day, the Pattersons felt insulted. They thought you left because they didn’t deserve your time or something like that.”“Shit,” Julian cussed. “I told them the reason why I— You know what, forget about it. Send the most expensive bouquet of flowers from NYC Fragrance with an apology letter. We can’t afford to lose this deal,” Julian said, pinching the bridge of his nose.“Okay, sir, but NYC Fragrance is the most popular flower company in New York. I’m not sure they have any more in stock at the moment.”“Do whatever it takes to make it happen, Phil. Money is not an issue. Make. It. Happen.”“Y-yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.”Julian hung up after that and closed his eyes in fru
Leslie stepped away from the door, feeling that she'd overstepped her boundaries, shrugged, and continued with her tour. She passed several maids and bodyguards as she walked, but they all just bowed respectfully before her, as if they were afraid she'd lash out about something. She still felt uncomfortable about everyone bowing to her. "Maybe I can convince them to stop bowing to me like I'm a queen or something," she thought, putting that thought at the back of her mind and continuing her wandering. She reached a slightly ajar door on the floor below and took a peep inside. Unlike the rest of the mansion, this room had a manly touch to it, as if someone really spent a lot of time here. It even had a subtle, homely feel to it. She saw a portrait on the wall, and it all clicked—this was Julian's office. She was still very curious about this new husband of hers, so she walked in carefully. "I'll just look around quickly," she thought. This office was simply a delight to Leslie. It w
"Oh dearie, I'm so sad to see you go. You didn't even tell us you were dating anyone. What's with you youngsters and having flash marriages these days?" Tesla chided with a pout."I know, Tessy, and I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner," Leslie said, placing her arm on the woman's shoulder. She'd come to her old apartment in Brownsville to pack up her art supplies and her favorite paintings, so she decided it would be best to tell her two favorite neighbors the "good news" about her marriage. "By the way, where's Ted?""Oh, that old geezer, he's out for some work, but he'll be back soon. Would you like to wait?""Aww, I'm afraid I can't. I have to go back now.""It's okay, hon. I know you love birds must be having a hard time being away from each other," Tesla said with a wink."Haha, oh Tessy," Leslie said, trying her best to put up a happy smile. She couldn't bring herself to tell her the truth. She bade goodbye to Tesla and glanced around her neighborhood as if to commit it to m
"Isn't that right, Mr. Blackwood... uh, Mr. Blackwood?" a short bald man with a chubby face inquired."Hmm? Pardon?""I said it would be a pleasure working with you on this huge project.""The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Patterson.""You've been awfully distracted these past few days. Is there something on your mind?""No... no, it's just that—""Oh, let the young man be, Edward," said another short bald man who looked identical to Edward. "Didn't you hear that he's married now? He must be bummed that he has to be away from his wife because of us.""Ohh, you're right, Eric. I almost forgot about that. Congratulations on your marriage, son. I can't wait to meet the woman who managed to tame you," Edward said with a smirk. "Bring her along next time, okay?""That's fine by me, Mr. Patterson," Julian said with his best impression of a fake smile. The Pattersons were twin businessmen who were widely influential, and after Julian abruptly left their meeting the other day, he'd been looking f
Leslie retired to bed that night, a tad bit frustrated. "Ugh, why is it so difficult to figure this man out? I had one more question to ask him, but it seems that'll have to wait till tomorrow," she said, falling asleep with thoughts of him in her mind.---Leslie freshened up and came downstairs for breakfast. Today, she’d ask Julian the question she wanted to ask yesterday. She noticed him almost immediately. He was in a soft cotton t-shirt and gray sweatpants, idly flipping the pages of today’s paper. She’d never seen him dress so casually before."Good morning, Mr. Blackwood," she greeted.He glanced at her and only nodded, not bothering with words."Looks like someone is still cranky from yesterday," she muttered under her breath.He looked over and raised an eyebrow with a blank face. She flushed. This was the second time the man had caught her whispering to herself. Did he have some sort of superhuman hearing or what?Breakfast was served, and Leslie began munching down food, t
"I don't even have anything formal to wear," Leslie mumbled as she nervously sifted through her clothes. She opted for a somewhat formal beige dress that contrasted with her eyes, pulled her hair up into a delicate loose bun, brushed on some makeup, and glanced at herself in front of the huge oval mirror on her dresser. “Do I look okay?" She anxiously smoothed out the crease on her worn-out dress, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs.Julian had freshened up also. He wore a crisp white button-down shirt that contrasted sharply with his tanned skin and tailored black slacks. Such a simple combo, yet it made this man look so devastatingly handsome. His entire being exuded a commanding presence. Julian looked up at her, and their physical tension was palpable. The dress, though worn out and a tad bit faded, complemented her figure in a chic way, and the chandelier cast a warm, soft glow on her. He cleared his throat and looked away, resisting the urge to compliment her."Come, sit,