Aria's POV
"One day, he left for work. He was a line cook at a local restaurant. He wasn't there two hours before he called me and told me that he was on his way home. He wouldn't tell me why. He said that he would tell me when he got home. He didn't need to though. I already knew that he had quit his job. Again", I continued, as I finished rolling up my blunt. "I hope you don't mind", I said, holding it up. Alexander shook his head. "No, go ahead", he uttered.
"Anyway, before he even got home, I had decided that I was going to go to work and he could stay home. I was sick of him starting a job and quitting it. And I was tired of being told that I was lazy, and didn't do anything all day. Or that I was worthless. I was sick of it. My mother had a small landscaping business. She would do
