Never A Saint (COMPLETE)

Two: Danika Reeves

I HAVE A STALKER MUSIC PLAYLIST ON SPOTIFY.

My username is in my bio if you hit "see more", copy and paste into search bar.

Or just look up Stalker Vibes?

It should be found under Drea.

Love you♥️♥️

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I sniffled, writing out my last check.

For the next two weeks I only have $100 for groceries.

And that's the bill the man gave me.

I triple checked to make sure it was real.

It's my only source of food at this point.

I opened my pantry and cried at the emptiness.

Fucking art shop.

I opened my fridge.

Frowned and wiped some tears seeing a Tupperware.

I brought it out and opened it.

A steak, asparagus, and mashed potatoes.

I know damn well this shit isn't from me.

But right now, I cant question it,

I reheated everything, using the remainder of my steak sauce on this.

It was too good.

I swear to god I don't have amnesia.

There's no way. Even Tracy agreed.

But no one else enters the complex.

It had to have been me.

Maybe it was leftovers from a while ago and I just haven't looked through my fridge since.

Who knows.

I wiped my face and finished the food, washing the Tupperware before leaving to go to the store.

-

Once again. Eerie.

Why am I suddenly a paranoid basket case?

If someone were watching me I would've knows within the past 6 months.

Besides, there is no black Mercedes here.

I grabbed a cart on my way in and saved coupons and deals on my phone.

I only spent $40, I saved the $60 for more food next week and possibly a bit of gas.

I got a loaf of bread, peanut butter, a small jar of grape jelly, some fun drinks, and a splurge TV dinner.

I really might have to take up another job.

-

I opened my social medias and submitted a photo of my most recent artwork.

Caption: I'll compromise a price, let me know.

And I submitted it.

Within the first 5 minutes my phone went off.

An unknown profile.

Unknown: I'll take it. How does $2,000 sound.

Me: it's not worth that much, it doesn't have to be that big of an amount!

My heart hammered at the three zeros.

Unknown: Make it $3000.
*Link to Address*

Me: no. I can't take that.

-10 minutes pass-

Unknown: I Venmoed the money to you. Send it to that address. Beautiful painting.

Me: Is this a scam?

Unknown: Look at the account I sent money through, Danika. It's not a scam.

So I looked.

And it wasn't. I've been scammed. This seemed legit.

Me: I'll send it as soon as possible. I swear.

Unknown: I know.

-

I felt immense relief with sending the painting the next morning.

The address was indirect but I just put what I was told.

I had no idea what to do with this money.

I put half in savings to be able to put toward bills.

I used some to buy new cleaning supplies. Some for food.

I had a full tank of gas for the first time in over a year.

And I mildly felt peace as I used the remainder to get my nails painted.

Then I applied for another job.

Working as a waitress at Sauvage.

One of the most expensive restaurants in the city.

Meaning my tips would be incredible.

If it fell through, I always have IHop.