Please sir... I have no home.
WHO: Moon, Junior
WHEN: Saturday, October 30th, Evening
WHERE: A rainy sidewalk outside of the Charleston
WHAT: Once again, Junior finds himself, angry, betrayed and homeless.
He couldn't believe it. He'd seen the notice on the door himself, read the words, felt the pain. And now he was sitting outside the apartment, head low, his cleanest shirt soaked with rain. It wasn't possible, was it? He just wasn't allowed to have a little bit of happiness in his life last. Not even on this day.
Junior rubbed his arms with his palms, still feeling numb. The apartment that he had been told... it was empty. The sign on it had said 'For Sale'. When he asked the neighbours, apparently Olivier had just up and left two days ago. Without even telling him. He stomped his feet on the pavement, trying not to swear. He was stupid to have been excited about something like this. So stupid.
Curling himself into a ball, he thought of the only real home he'd ever had. The one back in Haiti, with Ana and his mother and sunshine. But he wasn't allowed to think of those. He was a working man now. He'd just put in more effort in his beading, and maybe he would be able to afford a tiny apartment of his own in a few months. He'd cut back on his food, not that he was eating much anyways. He would get back up to life and tomorrow, he'd be extra mean to that old bitch.
But for now, he was allowed to mope, for just this one night. It was raining, and no one was going to find him.
He felt so numb.
"Happy fucking Birthday, me."