Page 4 of Mr. Delicious
By the time I realized it, I was already in too deep with the loans and debt. In too deep and trapped because I knew if I ended it I’d struggle to pay it all.
Billy was currently paying half of those loans. I’d generously paid the other half while he was working part time.
Part time my ass. Had he lied to work too? Must have to get all that time off.
Then there was the grand business loan I got for the coffeehouse.
Throwing Billy out was going to really blow me out of the water because as reality crept back in my brain started calculating, adding up my deficits. Throwing Billy out meant he’d have to use what he had to find somewhere to live.
That meant I’d have to pay for everything and right now I was barely managing.
The coffeehouse was doing good, but the money I made was just enough to pay the business loan and other loans, run the business and pay the staff,when they turned up. I rarely had a month nowadays when I made a profit.
Money in, money out.
All I needed was one more year and the loan on the coffeehouse would be paid off.
That wasn’t going to happen now.
The only thing I ever had of value was the house. What an idiot I was to put my home under such risk.
Anything else, but not my house.
Aunt Rena knew what my parents were like and she made sure, before she died, I’d have everything I needed to do what I wanted to do. She made sure I could have my dreams and achieve them the way I wanted.
Home first, and twenty-five grand to put towards the deposit to set up my business. She knew I wanted to be in the city. Somewhere, where people would see me, and know me far and wide.
We were both the odd one’s out in the family, but that didn’t matter because we understood each other.
She did so much for me and I was going to lose it all for one stupid mistake.
The tears came in full force, reality weighing down on my shoulders.
What a mess, what a fucking mess.
Get rid of Billy, yes. But, what in the hell was I going to do now?
