🎵Listen to Breathin by Ariana Grande🎶
*CHICAGO'S POV*
"I'm gonna fail the test... again." I whine to Logan over the phone.
"No you won't. This time you're prepared unlike last time." I hear him laugh on the other end.
"Chicago Brook." My driving instructor calls out.
I tell Logan my goodbyes and end the call. I follow my driving instructor to the parking lot where the test car is.
Its been a month since I was released from hospital. Things between Logan and I have gone back to normal.
He has been the one driving me around and he got tired.
Literally.
He said driving two hours to and from the mansion tired him out so he paid driving school for me.
It's not that I don't know how to drive... it's just that ' I am very bad at it' Logan's words, not mine.
Though I was stubborn I eventually gave in. I failed the first two times and today is my third trial.
***
"How did it go Ms.Brook ?" Edward asks me as I approach him.
He's leaning on Wes' yellow Porsche. He's the one who drove me here today.
"Bad. Let's just go home."
Edward doesn't move. He just stands there watching me.
"What ?" I ask him.
"This is the first time you've referred to the mansion as home. You've never done that."
I chuckle. "let's go Edward, I'm starving."
I head out to sit on the passanger side but Edward stops me and insists I be the one to drive us back.
I debate with myself but give in eventually.
***
When we enter the mansion the smell of chillicon carne is every where. I ran to the kitchen and Tamika is at the stove making the spicy Mexican sauce.
Tamika is my new maid. When I got out of the hospital I found her in the mansion. I asked about Ellen's whereabouts but all Chad told me was that she quit.
I knew that was a lie because just like me, Ellen too needed the money that's why she worked to her fullest plus she loved her job.
After a week of inquiring about Ellen and no one answering I finally let it all go.
Tamika is Mexican so I get to enjoy lots of mexican dishes from her. She's in her late twenties so we get to talk a lot more than me and Ellen.
"Would you like me to serve you Ms.Brook though it's too early to be having lunch ?"
I take out my phone and check the time.
12:06 pm
"Just serve me. I'm really hungry."
***
After lunch I head to my room for a quick shower. Since today is thursday, Jean will be here at two to discuss Wes' book.
I hate it that they all act like everything is okay. Wes' hasn't been back from the so called 'business trip' that he went to.
He hasn't called or texted. I tried calling him once but I only got his voice mail.
When I get out of the bathroom I find my clothes already laid on my bed. I get dressed then take my pain medication.
All my antidepressant pills got seized by the hospital so I don't take them anymore. Jean enrolled me in therapy that I go to on tuesdays but I never talk.
The doctor said I needed counseling on how to deal with depression. They had no right to know why I did what I did.
Jean came at two and we discussed the progress of Wes' book. She corrected me on some areas and left around four in the evening. I tried asking about Wes' but she brushed me off.
Again !
I pick up my laptop and head out to the garden to write. I change into grey sweat pants and a matching grey sweat shirt.
I put on my reading glasses and start writing. I write for two hours straight and decide to take a chocolate break. I check my secret stash but its empty.
Convenient store it is.
Edward isn't home so I guess I'll be driving myself. I head out to the garage and pick out the blue sports car.
My drive to the store is safe. I don't hit anyone or anything. I pick up a box of skittles, kit kats, cheetos and oreos. For the chocolate I go with six bars.
Too much candy ?
Yes... but I have a sweet tooth that craves a lot.
When I'm heading out I bump into a woman and all my candy falls down to the floor. I bend to pick them.
"Mommy can I have some ?"
I look up at the woman whose carrying her son who seems to be around six.
"Meghan ?"