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I trudged back to my apartment sluggishly, the weight of the doctor's words crushing me, I threw my bag onto the floor and slumped onto the bed, feeling hopeless. My mind replayed the conversation with the doctor.
“We found a heart that matched your father's, I felt my body relaxed with his words.
But we couldn't get it at the price and your deposit wasn't enough, it was allocated to another patient who paid in full. I'm sorry.” He said softly.
The injustice stung. Why did money have to dictate life-or-death decisions?
It's always money, money. I see why Ariana Grande said, “whoever said money can't solve a problem, must not have got enough money to solve them” because right now, all the solutions to my problem are money.
I should probably find a good paying job that I can do after school to supplement my income.
I pulled out my phone and started searching online for job opportunities.
That's when I saw it—a waitress needed at Beverly Hills.
HOLY s**t!
I submitted my CV, hoping and crossing my fingers for a chance.
I said a short prayer to my Creator, as I was starting to relax, a knock on the door broke the silence. Who the hell is that?
I sighed, and wore my flip-flops and headed to the door. When I opened the door, I smiled sweetly to the person. He pushed me and strolled into the room like he owned it.
Wow! You're welcome, why don't you have a seat while I make you coffee. I muttered sarcastically.
He glared at me." Payment is overdue," he growled, trying to intimidate me.
I stood tall, my eyes locked on shegz own.I told you I am working on it. Give me until the end of the month. I snapped at him.
“ No I can't, I have been waiting for too long. You're two months late”.
I smirked, Oh, really? I hadn't noticed, I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
His face darkened, but I didn't back down. I'll pay you back when I can, I said, my tone firm. But you can't just barge in here like you own the place.
He sneered, but I could see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “You'd better pay up soon, I'm giving you two months. Nothing more, nothing less or else…” he warned, casting a leering glance at me. I felt a surge of disgust, but I kept my composure. “I am not kidding Bridget, I have given you enough time” he said before turning to leave.
I watched him go, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I may be in a tough spot, but I wouldn't let anyone push me around. I turned back to my phone, determined to find ways to save my dad and pay off my debts.
I'm not surprised that shegz found my address. He is perfect at finding people, he was the one who made me know the reason my mom left and who she married.
I scrolled through job listings, I felt a sense of hope rising. Maybe I could find a way to make it work. Perhaps I could save my dad and start fresh.
The thought gave me the motivation I needed to keep going. I applied to several jobs, including being a cleaner. As long as it's a part-time job and the pay is good, I really don't care. Now all I have to do is wait and see what happens.
The thought of my dad's smiling face gave me the strength to keep going. I would fight for him, regardless of what it took.
I removed my clothes and sank under my blanket.
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