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Chapter 8
Eloise Brooke
'Justin' He was the only thing that has occupied my mind ever since I got home from the hospital. I hated to admit that I missed him.
My hand trembled as I reached for the bedside cabinet and pulled out the drawer, revealing the card he had given me yesterday.
"Should I call him?" I muttered.
'No, Eloise. Don't'.
I closed the drawer, going to sit on the bed.
The sound of the thick footsteps approaching from outside drew my attention, and shortly after, Lucas walked in, dressed for the office.
"Did you lose track of time, Eloise?" He snapped angrily, and I scoffed.
"Is that supposed to be a good morning?" I looked up at him, raising my brows, and he huffed.
"What?" He gritted out. "The table is not set yet. Where is my food?"
Seriously? Thinking about food when I just lost our child?
"You know the way to the kitchen, Lucas. Go make your food by yourself." I stood and crossed my arms in front of me. "Or order takeout if you can't cook."
"What! Wh...what did you say?"
"Excuse me." I walked past him, brushing shoulders with him, but he grabbed my arm, bringing me to an abrupt halt.
"What has come over you, Eloise?" His eyes bored into mine. Well, this is who he created.
"I don't think this is really you, Eloise," He shook his head in denial as he took a step back, and I scoffed.
He was still trying to process what was happening when I walked inside the bathroom and locked the door from inside. I crashed against the door as I allowed my tears to fall freely down my cheeks since it was the only thing I could do in this helpless situation. This was the time I needed my parents the most, the time I needed someone by my side the most, but here I was, left all alone to face this storm all by myself.
I heard the door open and closed outside, and I presumed Lucas must've left already.
I wanted nothing more than to get out of here... it was unbearable for me, but where was I supposed to go from here? No family I could call my own, not even a single friend. Who was I supposed to run to?
I buried my face between my palms and whimpered. Why the hell was I given a chance to live again if I was going to still be stuck in this situation? Why didn't I just die in that fire and never wake up? Who knows, if I had died there, I would've meet my parents now and living a good life in the other world. Who knows, maybe the creator would've been merciful enough to consider the pain I'd been through here, and give me a peaceful life in the other world.
'This is not the best thing to do, Eloise. You should get a job at least to foot your bill for now while thinking of what to do later' With that on my mind, I managed to stand up to my feet as I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.
After an hour of a warm and relaxing bath, I walked back into the room where I got dressed and set off to look for a job as it was what I needed the most now.
'I'm sorry, but you don't fit in the role here'
'Sorry, but we are not hiring for now. Come back some other time'
'Our restaurant is occupied for now. You can check in again next time'
After getting disappointing reply from every single places I went to look for a job, I sat on a bench at the side of the road to get some rest and proceed later. Giving up? Never! I need to survive and see this until the end.
"Excuse me, Ms. Are you also here to apply for the job?" Came a feminine voice that had me raising my gaze to find a pair of beautiful blue eyes piercing down at me with a smile on her beautiful oval face.
"Huh?" I batted my eyelashes, confused. confusingly and looked around. My eyes scanned around, and I realised that I was sitting in front of a bar.
"Oh..." I paused and quickly stood up. "Yes... Yes, I'm here for that,"
I might as well grab this opportunity since I haven't gotten a job yet.
"You should head inside. The manager just arrived. I'm one of the workers there, and you would have a high chance of being hired if you meet the manager directly,"
"Oh, really? Thank you so much. I really appreciate this,"
"Hmm. Good luck,"
The smell of alcohol and cigarettes thickened the air as I stepped inside the bar.
The lady took me to the manager. A man in his mid-forties.
The interview lasted for a few minutes, and once he was done, he offered me a handshake and said, "Congratulations, Ms Brooke. You can start working with us now."
Finally!
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