Ryan and His Beauties by Jack Pinkhunter

Author:Jack Pinkhunter [Pinkhunter, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2024-07-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Nathalie

Ifumbled for my phone as the alarm rang. I didn’t hate that noise. I wasn’t a fan of being lazy and wasting my time. Right now, I had no job and not much to do either, so there wasn’t much point in waking up. I just didn’t want to tell my mother what happened. I didn’t want her to know what kind of failure I was, especially when her life wasn’t any better.

I swung my feet off the sides of my squeaky bed and looked around. Even though I kept everything nice and tidy, I couldn’t hide the wear and tear of this bedroom. The wallpaper was peeling off like dead skin after a sunburn. There was a crack in the window, and the floor was rough and worn. The bed wasn’t in much better shape, and I had to replace one of the legs myself when it broke a couple of months ago.

If I hadn’t known about Viktoria’s earlier living situation, I would never have referred to this as a decent place. It was rough, but it was all I had.

Every day, I dreamed about moving out of here, preferably somewhere a bit cleaner and bigger, but it was all just broken dreams.

I was stoked for Viktoria, who’d managed to escape her misery. I had felt so bad for her ever since I met her in high school. It made me sick seeing her get picked on for being poor, and when I learned about her past, it just made it worse. I thought she was brave and strong for holding up. I had read about other girls who’d gone through neglect and trauma as well. Almost all of them ended up in suicide. Viktoria truly was a gem, and it angered me how anyone couldn’t see it. I didn’t care if I risked getting abandoned by my so-called friends. The friendship I had with Viktoria was irreplaceable. I kept in touch with some of my high school friends who had never said anything mean to me or Viktoria, but we only talked to each other on occasions.

My mother wasn’t as poor a couple of years ago when she had a stable job. We were just below middle class. Time had changed, and not for the better.

Mom knocked on my door, waking me from my daydreaming state. “Are you awake, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Yes, Mom,” I said.

“I’ll make some pancakes for you before you leave, okay?”

“Sure,” I said. Hearing the sound of her voice reminded me again why I didn’t want to tell her that I had gotten framed and fired. She was proud and happy that I had gotten a job and wasn’t doing OnlyFans any longer, and I didn’t want to spoil her happiness.

I sat for a little bit longer until the scent of pancakes made me rise. I put on my clothes and prepared to pretend to go to work and come back. I felt bad about doing this, but there wasn’t a better option.

I headed downstairs.

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