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keeps replaying in my head each time and the more I try getting it off my brain, the more difficult it seems to be. My

nd forcing my eyes open, I groan tiredly. It's still early in the morning, but I have to get up and

my face to get sleep off my eyes and once I am done, I head to the k

get ready for work afterward. I was supposed to be on the afternoon shift, bu

and leave for work afterward. I take a cab to work and in less th

onder if these people ever get tired of drinking, because most of the people come here every da

ly walk over to the seat to deliver it to him before he y

says, staring at me lustfully as I

ing hard and trying to touch my hand but I shift back from him. Yes, I am a calm young lady who has become a weakl

'll advise you to stop this now," I speak to him calmly, trying to be as

shit and let's get this business..." I grab the drink I had just poured into the wine glass and empty it

down at his stained and we

not a whore!" I yell at the top of my voice as tears well up in my eyes and soon they find their way out. I do not blame him or anyone that

er's voice behind me. Turning around to

less and doesn't know how to treat customers. I'm out of here, and I'll never come back here again not until this thing is fired from here. Rubbis

ht to do what you did!" She faces me and yells at me angrily and I can't help

always right to harass your workers sexually, right? Customers are always right to bully and flirt with your workers, isn't it?" I yell as more tears roll down my cheeks. Yes, I know w

n going this far!" She yells at me and I scoff. Did she just

," and with that, she turns around and walks away leaving me frozen on the spo

d and walk back to the counter and pick up m

e I visit whenever I want to clear my head. Once I get to the park, I sit on the

ying there for a few more hours, afraid of going home, I finally summon up the courage to

uspicious. Dad doesn't come home this early, so how come th

ht of dad and a stranger welcomes me. They are both discussing, and the young man glances at me

urning around, I start walking away, but

this man," His voice rings through my ears, causi

ha

s words echo in my head, and my mouth dr

feet and then picks up the parc

uddenly feel my body quiver. This isn't true, this isn't happening, he must

t of the living room with the money, not sparing me a glance. My dad

man obediently. As he drives us to God knows where, I

a magnificent building and parks at the garage, ste

its own. Yes, it's like those mansions I do see in movies. This place

slowly to check who it is, I freeze on the spot at the sight I behold. It is the man fr