"Let's see what you got..." Rachel said from behind the camera.
Laurie was nervous. She was now a month behind on the rent and she knew that Rachel had become an expert in evictions. She stood for no nonsense at all; Laurie had seen tenants tossed from their homes after barely moving into the beaten-down apartment house she lived in. After the last falling out with her mother she knew she could not go back there; it would literally be living in the car.
The day started off like any other Saturday: I woke up, nursing a little hangover, walked into my kitchen and made some coffee. It was a bright day outside and somewhere around 10 o'clock. I slowly got dressed and made myself a little breakfast, picked up my laptop and set off sending some emails I'd neglected the day before.
That went on for about an hour or two when there was a sudden knock on the door. I looked up, perplexed, and slowly walked to the door, hearing the knocking again.
Here we are arguing. Again. It's gotten bad lately. I don't know if it's the stress in his new job, or the mounting debt from my student loans. One thing is for sure, I've raised my voice one too many times, and now he's shut down.
It infuriates me when he does this, but at least I managed to talk him into a walk. A long excruciatingly quiet walk.
It was my first time at a sauna, but this was a weekend of indulgence in Amsterdam, the city of sin and I wanted to make the most of it. I wanted to do all the things that I didn't dare to do back home in England. So here I was, nervously paying my entry fee and collecting my two towels.
Chelsea hummed to herself softly as she finished typing her email, logged off of her computer, and straightened up her desk. Although she probably didn't realize, a slight smile played on her lips, and she locked up the office and walked out with a spring in her step. She couldn't wait to have a weekend out of town...with him. This was more than a vacation for her...it was an escape.
It was over breakfast that we really got to know Denise and Graham on a more personal note. Rather, I should say on a more normal basis. Normal in the things that you typically discover with new friends, what kind of food and drink they would like, what kind of business they are in, etc. And it was mid-morning in London and we were finding out those details about the couple that we had played with the night before, especially from the woman who was used and humiliated, but loved every minute of it.
Ella shifted in her aisle seat uncomfortably. It had been a long flight and there were still a couple hours left. On her right sat two hefty middle aged men, snoring obnoxiously or chewing on snacks with their mouths open, their pudge and arms spilling over into her seat.
She had tried sleeping, listening to music, even reading, but nothing caught her attention and the flight was dragging on so slow. She sighed, wishing she was in New York already.