IT'S GONNA BE OKAY

*SETHRONY*

Walking to the nearest bus stop, I feel the cold wind on my face calming me down of yesterday's events. It feels dirty remembering his hands on my skin, scratching at me to open up and scream. The filthy feeling overruns in me until I arrive at the bus stop. I need to forget about yesterday, its not always gonna be like this i promise myself.

Boarding the bus, I sit in a one seater chair, It makes me more comfortable knowing I'm in my own space. My own little void bubble.

I pull out earphones from my bag and plug it into my phone. I just need a song to relax before I get home and unwind myself. I'll feel so much comfortable if I could just get home and take a rest before heading for work.

I relax my body again the chair and let the relaxing music take me as the bus starts moving further away from the bus stop.

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I arrive in the apartment building a whole hour later after changing busses constantly and trying to figure out my way home. I walk down the hallway and meet my nasty tempered landlord, who by all means never made my life any easier. Ted Wills. The meanest, nastiest little man in the whole building who turn out to be my landlord.

His 5 ft 3 body leaning against the doors entrance like a little leprechaun standing guard of his gold. I look and stare at him and notice he is wearing his usual outfit today. His brown checked button up shirt stained with grease or oil I'll never know, fitting on too tight skinny jeans with his camouflage Velcro strap sandals. He always had a very unique fashion sense. A funny one at that.

" your rent has not been paid for the previous month Sethrony! Give me my money or you're out", he sneers at me before walking into the building.

I always wondered what made him so mad in life. Not even his wife could handle him. He looks like he once held a charm to him, once upon a time when he was younger. I just don't know what changed him, but roses do wither eventually.

Walking in to the apartment building, I'm hit with the pungent smell old garbage and decade old fungus. It always disgusts me walking through the hallway day by day like a nose punishing routine. I walk hurriedly to the door and slide my house key in. look around the entrance door. I skulk around for any signs of Dad, hoping he's fast asleep or not in at all. I toss my bag next to the living room sofa and head towards my room.

I slide my key in, but to my surprise the door slowly swings open. Something isn't right. " The money!" I rush towards my bed and flip my mattress over. It's gone, my money box is gone "no, please no", whispering to myself in a fit of panic. It has to be here. "Please be here, please be here." I cry out aloud looking for it frantically. "I hope it's not what I think it is." I say to myself as realization strikes me.

I stomp to my dad's room, flinging his door open. My safe is on the floor, left wide open and all my money gone. All my hard earned money gone. I slump against the wall and cry out loud. It's all gone, every single dollar is gone. what am I going to do? All my savings are gone, every single dollar.

I notice his wardrobe is open and all his majority of his clothes are gone. It can't be. He's taken his things, all my savings and left. Only a pair of his least favorite shoes and a few of his shirts remain. This can't be happening right now.

Pulling out my phone from my back pocket, I call the first number that comes to my head.

"Hello, Lucia. He's taken everything!" my tears pour out as cry out to the closet person i have to a mother. " He took every last dollar and gone, what I'm I gonna do?" I cry my eyes out.

Lucia waits for me to calm down before she speaks. " Come on home and we'll sort it out, don't worry." she speaks to me as calmly as possible. " Just get your stuff and come over, it'll all be alright."

She speaks to me softly over a long period of time on the phone. An hour should have passed before picking myself up from the floor and grabbing my bag. Wearing my shoes, I pick up a warm sweater and a pair of jeans before leaving the room I had walked into not more than 2 hours ago. Why is my life so messed up? I ask myself as I walk away from an apartment I never knew I would see again.

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I ring the door bell holding tight to my sweater seeing my hand turn white to how hard I'm gripping my hand. Lucia opens the door and I just fall into her arms crying my eyes out into her shoulder.

She rubs my back softly and keeps whispering to me that it's gonna to be okay. " Come in, its cold outside.' she leads me into the house still holding me tight. Ben peaks around the corner and has a silent conversation with Lucia before she takes me upstairs to one of her daughter's old room. It smelt of almond and old wood.

She takes my bag from me and sets it down next to the bed. She lays down on the soft bed and soothes me, promising me its gonna be okay. " I don't know what you've gone through today, but its gonna be okay."

Those are the last words I hear before falling asleep.

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