Alora (part 1)

Chapter 2- the help call

Aloras pov;

My day started just like any other. The familiar scent of freshly baked bread greeted me as I stepped into the cozy bakery where I'd worked for months. But today, there was an unease that hung in the air.

Margaret, the sweet elderly lady who owned the bakery, summoned me into her office not long after I'd started my usual tasks. Her face wore a heavy, burdened expression, and my heart sank as I entered.

"Alora," she began with a sigh, "I'm afraid I have some difficult news. Business hasn't been doing well, and I'm struggling to make ends meet. I can't afford to keep you on as an employee anymore."

Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of her words settled in my chest. I loved my job, and the stability it brought to my life had become a refuge.

"I understand, Margaret," I managed to reply, my voice quivering. "Thank you for everything."

As I left the bakery, tears streamed down my face, and my steps felt heavier with each passing moment. I had just lost my job, and the prospect of being unemployed in this small town was daunting.

I trudged back to my small apartment, my emotions in turmoil. But when I reached my door, I was met with another devastating blow. My landlord, a stern man known for his strictness, stood waiting.

"Miss Alora," he said firmly, "you're two months late on your rent, and I can't tolerate this any longer. You need to vacate the premises immediately."

My world crumbled around me. I had lost my job, and now I was about to lose my home. In a matter of hours, my life had unraveled completely, leaving me feeling lost and desperate.

With a heavy heart, I began to pack my belongings, unsure of where I would go or what the future held. The trials of fate had dealt me a cruel hand, and I was left to navigate the uncertainty that lay ahead, jobless and homeless in a town that had once offered solace and hope.

Devastated and overwhelmed, I sat amidst the boxes of my life's possessions, tears streaming down my face. The walls of my small apartment, once a sanctuary, now echoed with my sobs. I didn't know what to do or where to turn.

In my despair, I picked up my phone and dialed my friend Aisha's number. Her soothing voice on the other end offered a glimmer of comfort.

"Alora, what's wrong?" Aisha asked with concern.

I tried to speak, but my words were choked by my tears. Finally, I managed to say, "Aisha, I've lost my job, and my landlord is kicking me out. I have nowhere to go, and I don't know how I'll take care of the baby."

Aisha's voice trembled with sympathy. "Oh, Alora, I wish I could help, but I don't have the means to support both you and the baby."

Tears welled up again as I realized the depth of my predicament. "I understand, Aisha. It's just that...I'm so lost."

She offered me some advice, her words thoughtful and caring. "Alora, you should consider reaching out to Enzo. He's the father of your child, and he might be able to provide financial support. It's a difficult decision, but it's about securing a future for your baby."

Hearing Enzo's name sent a mix of emotions coursing through me. The man I had left behind, the one who had touched my life in ways I hadn't imagined, was now my last hope. But the idea of turning to him, given his dangerous life, was a conflict I wasn't prepared for.

I thanked Aisha for her advice, and we said our goodbyes. Alone in my nearly empty apartment, I felt torn between my pride and the pressing need to secure a future for my unborn child. The trials of fate had left me with no easy choices, only difficult decisions that would shape the path ahead.

But I have to face the truth, I failed as a mother. I can't even feed for myself now, what am I going to do when the child comes?
I really believed that I could do it but I was wrong.

I cried as I dialed the number, one at a time slowly. I put the phone to me ear, listening to ring after ringtone. Just waiting for him to answer.

"It's Enzo, who is this?" He said in a robotic voice. There were no signs of emotion in his voice.

"Hi Enzo it's me, Alora. I don't know if you remember me but I'm in a tricky situation and need your help so if-" before I could finish he interrupted me.

"Where are you love" he said, this time his voice was filled with emotions. I told him my address, still crying btw.

"I will be there in 4 hours, please stop crying everything is going to be okay. And no matter what situation you are in I will help you. Always" he comforted me and then we hung up.

As I hung up the phone, Enzo's words echoed in my ears, offering both comfort and a sense of trepidation. His unexpected willingness to help had caught me off guard, and it filled me with a mixture of relief and anxiety.

Tears still streaked down my cheeks as I hurriedly packed the few belongings I had left. My hands trembled with nervous anticipation, knowing that the man I had left behind in New York was now on his way to rescue me from my dire circumstances.

I made my way outside my apartment building, the chill of the evening air biting against my skin. The weight of my pregnancy seemed to grow heavier as I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest.

Each passing moment felt like an eternity as I scanned the empty street, desperately awaiting his arrival. My emotions swirled within me-gratitude for his willingness to help, worry about his reaction to my sudden reappearance in his life, and fear of what lay ahead.

Minutes stretched into hours, and with each passing car, my anticipation grew. I clutched my belongings tightly, the only remnants of the life I had known in this town.

Finally, in the distance, I saw the familiar silhouette of Enzo's car approaching. My heart leaped with a mixture of hope and anxiety as he pulled up to the curb. The moment had arrived, and as I opened the car door and stepped inside, I knew that my life was about to take another unexpected turn, with Enzo at the center of it all.

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