" The sounds of the heavenly trumpet can't make things worse for me than I already have them!" Exclaimed Erica as she took her gaze off the wrinkled face of her old friend.
" Erica. I think Mason may have reported us to the police. Look we are kind of being charged for attempted murder and kidnap." Said Fidelia in a solemn tone as her gaze was still glued to the TV screen. Erica was quick to gasp, turning quickly to the TV screen, standing up on her feet and heading straight to the Television in shock.
" We the management at Cherry field Hospitals are totally disappointed with the actions or Mister Eric. Sorry I mean miss Erica. We hereby distance ourselves from such a criminal individual. And hey Erica, if you can see this just know you're fired." Said an elderly men who was bent from old age and managed to read with the help of an abnormally large pair of spectacles.
" No! Not my job! Please." Cried Erica and crashed knees _first to the floor while she digested the amount of loss she had encountered in a single day of her life. Indeed hell was hell for a reason and she was bent to get hell out of her life before it got any worse.
" I'm sorry Erica. I never wished for any of this." Said Fidelia in a sunken tone of guilt. She was too displeased with herself to even think of consoling her friend in a warm hug.
" What have you done to me. This morning I woke up happy, rocking the latest iPhone and having the best job. Now I have nothing left." She said and sighed in sorrow " There's no one to help me but my loving Boyfriend. I really hate the …" She said when her old phone rang. She was hesitant to pick it up when suddenly, she spotted the name ,"Bryant" on it and picked it up.
" Hello love."
" Mama? Abduction? Attempted murder? Like I burst my Mexican ass all day, doing extra time in this Christ forsaken Italian restaurant just to make sure you are comfortable and what?.. This?"
" No. Bryant please listen to…"
" It's over Mama. I'm now a laughing stock in this pudding Arena. You disappointed me mama. I hate you!" Said Bryant with his overly deep Mexican accent before shutting down the phone so furiously that Erica could hear the cracking sounds of plastic before the line went off.
" Well then I guess I have nothing now. I'm in a bad dream huh! God damn it someone call my name and tell me I'm in a bad dream!" She cried out raising her palms onto the air like someone in prayers.
" You .. you have me Erica." Stuttered Fidelia not knowing what else to do. So far, her return had been a severe Fiasco. All she had done was cause trouble for the only person who tried to help her. She had to think of a way to break the jinx that was tormenting her the most.
" We can't be wanted for saving the life of Mason. Come to think of it, he and his friend harassed us first. We only tried to defend ourselves and things got mercy for the young man."
" Then tell the authorities half of this shit you have just spewed and let's see if you aren't already two years in jail before you are done with the whole sentence. Fidelia, I wish I never met you. My life is a mess. It's a mess." Erica said as she burst out crying from being helpless and confused. Fidelia was still lost in guilt feeling sorry for her sobbing Friend when Mason seemed to appear on the screen, wearing the exact clothes the ladies had left him in. A female reporter held a mic to his mouth and he began to speak.
" Thank goodness I'm here still kicking. For a while, I thought I was never going to set eyes on this city again." Said Mason and paused to reflect on his pretentious scare.
" Tell me you saw death Mister Mason."
" Death you say. Those damn ladies showed me hell!" Said Mason with a frown before clutching his hand in a fist and walked away.
" This is not the Man I died for. This is not Mason!" Said Fidelia and stormed out of the room.
" Where are you going?" Asked Erica as she gazed blankly at the screen.
" To fix my wrongs." Said Fidelia after pausing to hear out her friend.