Page 18 of Wrong Pucking Player

He’s been willing to do that for me for five years.

I haven’t checked how much I actually have in there, but if my world goes to shit and I desperately need cash, there’s always that option.

Last resort and out of my Auntie’s greedy hands.

“What a shame. You know how difficult it is to get employment in Strattonville. How are you going to survive now that you’re done with school? You still have rent to pay. Have you been trying to get a new job since you graduated?”

“Well… no. Not yet. I mean I have six months’ rent in my account so I should be okay. I can start applying later today even.”

“Ah! About that.” Oh no. “I had to borrow $1,250 from that account for an emergency. I’d totally forgotten to let you know!”

All I can do is bite my bottom lip, waiting for her lengthy summary of why she needed the money for her selfish needs.

“Hubby recently lost his job, so he’s been looking for a new one. He’s hoping with the opening of the Strattonville Stadium, he can get a side gig in construction. We were short on rent and a few bills, so to secure our home, that was the only option,” she explains quickly. “But you know I’ll pay you back.”

“You haven’t paid me back for the last time you borrowed money from me, Auntie,” I mutter with a deadpan voice.

This manipulation of my own funds is what really pisses me off. I may have hidden savings, but it doesn’t make it right for her to spend the little money I do get from the government to help me keep a “roof” over my head.

Even if I don’t sleep there.

“I-I didn’t it?” She nervously laughs. “Ah. We’ll add it to the tab. You know how hard things have been the last few months.”

“The tab after today is a good twelve thousand, Auntie.”

The crazy part is I’m actually serious. I wrote down every single time she’s “borrowed” money from me since the first incident years ago.

The money leaves the account but never returns.

You’d think I’d get a new bank account, but with how nosy the government is when it comes to staying in government housing, I can’t afford to change accounts with my aunt being the first to know.

Since she has ‘connections’ at the bank.

It honestly feels like she’s a villain in my life with plentiful minions who can’t wait to rat on me for some sort of profit.

“Twelve thousand? Alex, you shouldn’t even be tracking such a thing. You should have confidence that we’re going to recover from our financial situation and be able to pay you back when we can. Have some sympathy!” she seethes.

Here we go. Playing the victim.

“If I don’t keep track, you won’t pay me back. It wouldn’t be good for me to show my counselor that these funds are being withdrawn by you and not me,” I voice out the obvious.

Her prolonged silence makes me smirk a little before a ping comes from my phone.

That’s probably the Uber food delivery.

“Anyway, Auntie. I have to go. I’m at Mikayla’s house, and we’re going to eat dinner.”

“You’re always at that rich girl’s house,” she complains. “You never visit us.”

“Mikayla isn’t rich, Auntie,” I voice. “Her family isn’t well off as they used to be. I’m pretty sure you know that.”

She has to since she knows the whole city’s business.

“Also, you never invite me to come over. I’ve tried asking to come over during the holiday, and you guys are normally abroad on vacation,” I acknowledge. “You went to Miami two months ago when I reminded you we were supposed to meet to catch up.”

“R-Really, ah. My poor memory. I’m so stressed about our financial situation, it’s very difficult to keep track of appointments. That’s why hubby is there,” she laughs it off. “As for Miami, you know that was funded by one of my rich friends. She’s so generous and willing to cover the entire trip for our family. I didn’t know until the last minute, or I would have invited you.”

Yeah, right.

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