Gianna had spent the rest of the day with her daughter, enjoying their free time. Soon it was time to go to sleep.
-Time Skip-
"I'm sorry Ms. Petersen, but I gave you a heads notice Wednesday morning." The male said as he shook his head. "Please, just-just give me one more week." Gianna begged, her expression pleading. "I can't. I'm sorry." The male took a step back. "You have until ten to gather your things." He turned on his heel, leaving Gianna to watch his retreating figure. Tears couldn't help but to burn her eyes and she slowly stepped back into the room and shut the door. Her gaze immediately went to Elizabeth who was still sleeping on the bed. What was she going to do? They had no where else to go. Leaning against the door, she felt the tears begin to cascade down her cheeks.
Suddenly an idea hit her, Ben...but she didn't want to be a bother to him. Though she also didn't want her daughter to worry and realize how bad their situation was. Rushing over to the dirty hamper, she looked through and found her jeans and took out Ben's number from the pocket. She unfolded the wrinkled paper and starred down at the numbers, before going over towards the counter and picking up the phone. Gianna quickly dialed the number and waited for him to answer.
-Time Skip-
"I'm sorry Ms. Petersen, but I gave you a heads notice Wednesday morning." The male said as he shook his head. "Please, just-just give me one more week." Gianna begged, her expression pleading. "I can't. I'm sorry." The male took a step back. "You have until ten to gather your things." He turned on his heel, leaving Gianna to watch his retreating figure. Tears couldn't help but to burn her eyes and she slowly stepped back into the room and shut the door. Her gaze immediately went to Elizabeth who was still sleeping on the bed. What was she going to do? They had no where else to go. Leaning against the door, she felt the tears begin to cascade down her cheeks.
Suddenly an idea hit her, Ben...but she didn't want to be a bother to him. Though she also didn't want her daughter to worry and realize how bad their situation was. Rushing over to the dirty hamper, she looked through and found her jeans and took out Ben's number from the pocket. She unfolded the wrinkled paper and starred down at the numbers, before going over towards the counter and picking up the phone. Gianna quickly dialed the number and waited for him to answer.