Money Is Worthless

JOHNThe man I see in the mirror isn’t the man I once was. Johnny St. Jacks the guitar god, no more. I sit in the shower of my newly inherited castle to think, and jerk off. The steam feels good. Nothing like blowing a load to clear my mind.I’m starting to look a little scraggly with my hair this long. Should I chop it? I pause in front of the mirror for a moment feeling a bit unsettled. I heave over the toilet and throw up. Fuck this sucks.My office setup in the center of the library. The surrounding shelves are full of first editions, and vintage books. There are a few exotic plants by the windows and six electric guitars hanging high on the walls. My beloved acoustic sits next to my desk on a stand. I miss the days of playing with my band mates.My phone rings, “Johnny St. Jacks.” Her name escapes me for a moment. I rub my beard as I listen to her tell me about her day. “So, are we still on for tonight?” I smile. “Excellent. See you then.” I walk into the corridor. There’s statue

WYATTI slam the snooze button and throw the clock onto the floor hoping it will break. Waking up never feels good anymore. I roll over and look at my framed wedding picture on my nightstand. Tim would want more for me. He wouldn’t want me to be depressed everyday. It’s been five years since I watched him die. This house is so empty without him.Deep inside I know it’s time for me to move on. Easier said than done. I’ve been looking for jobs but there’s not much out there. When I saw an ad for the house manager position out in the country, I put in an application. My interview is today. I need a change. I’ve been living alone for far too long, and this position includes room and board.My ride shows up on time. I carefully step down from my front stoop. Why am I wearing heels? I sweep a couple rolled up newspapers our of my way with my foot. The driver gets out and walks around the car to open my door for me.Just Breathe Wyatt, I tell myself. I’m far more anxious than I thought I wou

WYATTThe country roads are quite peaceful. My mind is in a fury. How the hell am I supposed to start tomorrow? I can’t fucking pack my life up in one night. The offer was too good to refuse. But this man is going to take my sanity.My house looks like shit. I should pull the weeds along the walkway before I leave. The last thing I need is for people to think I let everything go. I guess I did just that. Fuck it. This isn’t my home anymore. It hasn’t been since Tim died.Maybe working for Mr. St. Fuck Face won’t be so terrible. It seems like a fairly decent position. I hope I don’t have to deal with him much. I’ll just hire a good butler to pamper his sorry ass.I pull some empty boxes from my pantry. The doorbell rings. Whatever they’re selling, I don’t want any. I open the door and I’m shocked to see her, “Harper! What are you doing here?” She hasn’t around in a while. “I got off early today. Figured I’d come check on you.”She stands tall in a gray pantsuit and sneakers. Her long b

JOHNI enjoy making people feel uncomfortable. It’s one of my many hidden talents. Wyatt blushes when she’s embarrassed. It’s almost cute. I brush my long wet hair. There’s a clump stuck in the bristles. I tie half of my hair back to keep it out of my face. Tonight I’m taking my date to a concert. Jeans or leather pants? I pull on a pair of ripped up denim nut huggers. “My ass looks great in these.” The mirror doesn’t lie.Ernie walks in, “Could they be any tighter?” I furrow my brow at him. “What do you want?” Isn’t he supposed to be cleaning or something? “I thought I would check in with you about dinner tonight.” I pause for a moment. “I’ll just get something on my way to the show.” Ernie nods, “Very good sir.” He looks like he has something on his mind. “What is it Ernie?” He falls into my chair.“I’m worried Wyatt won’t want to stay.” Why would he think that? “I gave her the contract to sign tonight. It’s an offer she can’t refuse. She will stay.” He puts his arm over his forehea

WYATTI’m not sure I can trust him right now. He’s drunk but not obliterated. His smile is almost menacing. I almost feel uneasy standing here. “I’m going to head up to bed now.” Johnny’s watches as I step away. I can feel his gaze on my back. Hopefully he’s not following me. I’d rather discuss this in the morning.Don’t look back. Just keep walking. I’m so mad at myself for even thinking about spying on him. He also could have perhaps divulged the fact that he can watch every camera here on his phone. They could be installed everywhere. Oh god. What if they’re in my room? They better not be. I’m never gonna be able to sleep tonight. I lock my bedroom door.At this point I may just tear up the contract and call Harper to get me the fuck out of here. I should have listened to my gut. He’s not the kind of man I want to live with. Let alone work for. I pull the covers over my head.Knock Knock.You’ve got to be kidding me. “Wyatt?” Johnny says at the door. Maybe I just won’t answer. “Ca