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HIS BROKEN PLAYTHING Chapter 13
Late that night, I found myself kneeling in the dim light of my dingy apartment, a half-packed duffle bag splayed open on the floor. There wasn’t much to pack, just clothes, and not even many of those. My wardrobe was a patchwork of secondhand finds, worn out from years of stretching every penny toward my father’s medical bills and the mountain of debt I’d been left to carry. I couldn’t afford to want more or to dream of anything beyond survival. Romona cleared her throat. “Is this really all you have?” Her tone, blunt, almost indifferent. With her legs crossed, lipstick and mirror in hand. She adjusted her lips and patched them together without even giving me a glance.I, in return, didn’t bother looking up. “What does it look like?” I replied, stuffing a pair of jeans into the bag. “It looks depressing,” she claps the mirror shot before stuffing her items into her leopard bag. “And don’t take that the wrong way. I’m just being honest.” I zipped the duffle shut and sat b
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’m rich, I’m filthy rich,” I yelled to myself as I walked down the street, heading to the hospital. Well, I wasn’t really rich, but the cash I got today would cover about 10% of my dad’s hospital bills. The night air was cold, and I remembered how soaked I’d been a few hours ago. Now, I could feel the chill creeping up my spine.I’m freezing, starving, and about to pass out, but at least I didn’t get a bullet in the head. I’m still holding onto some dumb bit of luck, even if it’s just the rabbit’s toe. I escaped that mess without too much trouble, somehow.Brookstone Hospital’s red lights lit up in the distance as I walked closer. When I pushed through the automatic doors, I saw a woman tugging at her screaming six-year-old daughter, begging her to come along. The little girl wanted to see her daddy, but her mom was crying, looking like she was trying to hold it together. Eventually, the mom snapped and lifted the kid up like a bag of groceries, pushing her way out of the hospital. I
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“Over here, kid, we need more beer!” A man dressed in a business suit that seemed to be missing more buttons on his shirt called out. Half drunk and half his sanity gone, he called out to me like I owed him something. I mean, I did—his freaking beer. “Coming!” I yelled back, picking up a tray containing four bottles of Budweiser and rushing to whoever ordered them. The jolly fat man had dropped his tie on the table and jugged down the last drop of his previous drink. That was the fifth one already and the third order he was requesting. A file laid bare on the table, carelessly, while he struggled to open the next bottle of his to drown in. Poor guy must have had a tough day. “LYLA!” I heard across the crowd of customers. “Lyla! We got an order for tables ten, four, and seven. Stop daydreaming and come help over here!” “Coming!” I yelled back, rushing to my post. Why the heck was the pub so packed tonight? It’s the middle of the week. Don’t these people have homes or wor t
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“Lyla, your father is dead.” My breath hitched, and for a second, I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing at all. The room tilted slightly, as if the ground had shifted beneath me. I stared at her, searching for a flicker of remorse, some sign of regret. Maybe she was joking, trying to toy with my emotions but Romona’s expression was unreadable. Her voice was calm, almost too calm, as if she were delivering news about the damn weather. “You’re lying,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Her crimson lips curved into a faint smile, but there was no warmth in it. “I’m not in the habit of lying, Lyla. You know that about me by now”Romona tilted her head, her dark blue eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t say……Triumph? Pity? No, not pity. She’d never wasted that on me before.“Why would I lie about something like that?” she continued coolly. Adjusting her perfectly blond bun hair. “The hospital contacted me yesterday. They said they’d been trying to reach you, but you’re i
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