"Sorry, dude. I'd love to help but I'm already sharing with two other guys and we don't have a spare room. I'll try asking around and see if I can arrange something for you though."
"Thanks, man, I'd appreciate it."
"Hey, Aiden, sorry I can't help. My family's over this week so no spare place."
"That's okay. Have a great time with family."
"Who are you?"
"Aiden. Your co-model for the shaving creme commercial?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah. I don't have a spare room but good luck finding one."
I hang up for the dozenth time tonight, dropping my phone into my lap and slumping against the steering wheel. Closing my eyes, I try to tune out the voices all around me and inside me. I'm stuck in traffic and parked on the side of the road. I'm probably going to get a ticket but I don't have the gas to move the car to a better place.
Knowing I probably can't stay in the car all night, I get out and pull open the back door. Grabbing my bag and slamming the door shut, I lock the car up properly and start to walk. I walk and walk, fast at first and slowing down when the reality hits me: I don't even know where I'm going.
The light flooding out of a cafe window catches my attention and I enter the place, only vaguely aware of the grumbling in my stomach. I see an empty table and sit down in one of the cushioned chairs. The waitress comes over to take my order and I open my wallet to see how much money I have.
"Just a coffee please," I say without looking up.
She walks away and I drop my head into my arms. It's not like I don't have the money to get a good hotel for the night and have a full-course meal. The truth, however, is that all I earn goes into my bank account. The lawyer I talked to told me it's near-impossible to get custody of Owen with both mom and dad already fighting over him. The only way to convince the court I'm a better option is by proving how living with me is better for Owen. In this case, money might be the only thing giving me an upper-hand.
One of my friends finally calls me back and I spend the night sleeping on his living room couch. I've already called Corelle for the next morning and asked him to book me for more shoots. I need work and, though I'm exhausted, working more and earning more will probably make my life easier in the long-run. The sooner I can have enough money to buy an apartment and get a good lawyer for Owen, the better I'll feel.
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| a Wattpad featured story | Aiden's entire life is a mess. After dropping out of college to support his family when his father is nearly bankrupt, Aiden's main concern is getting his intellectually disabled brother the help he needs. But when his p...