The harsh sound of my ringtone startled me. It wasn't actually harsh but knowing who's call it was made it sound harsh. An expected yet not eager for call. I hesitantly swiped on my phone and brought the phone to my year.
" Hello?" I said meekly. Already aware of the reply.
" This is the last time I'm being lenient and kind about this. Pay the rent or leave and I won't wait or accept any of your lame excuses!" my renter roared. I flinched. Not so kind.
" I will, I will, as soon as I get the money, I swear," I replied meekly.
" I don't care if you have money or not PAY THE RENT OR LEAVE," he barked. I couldn't help myself from sighing. He wasn't wrong though. I was actually behind on rent. An eviction notice topped the mountain of my problems.
" I will, I'm looking for a job at this very moment," I replied. I was about to apologize but he cut the call. Asshole.
I didn't have food to eat, would probably be forced to evict from my apartment, and had a mom that has drinking issues. I felt my stomach churn with worry. I hate the physical pain I feel when I'm worried or sad. When the tears start to threaten the rims of my eyes and escape down my cheeks. When my soul shivers and the outcome is trembling hands. When I don't want anyone to notice but I know no one would care anyway. When my eyes turn glassy and swollen because of the tears and my lashes get wet. The overwhelming burden of my problems led to me burying my face in my hands and crying. I felt someone's presence behind me but I cried anyway. I was too angry to care or just too sad and tired. I cried till my feet hurt and my throat got sore and my eyes stung.