Patrick opened the diner back up on Tuesday since both he and Patty were over the sickness. Beth is still under the weather, but because the diner was closed for so long, both Patty and I agreed to work double shifts to help make up the time that we both lost. Things were starting to go back to normal, almost. I still need to find a third job with decent pay. I’m tired of depending on tips. I really wished the auction house were a real auction house and not just a glorified brothel. I’m not judging anyone by any means, I was just really counting on the extra money that Scarlett had mentioned.
When I check my phone on my break, there are multiple text messages from Frank, begging me to come back to the bar, and one new voicemail from a number that I do not recognize. I tap in my four-digit code and listen. I recognize Dr. Hildreth’s voice. Rolling my eyes, I am about to delete the message thinking he was going to try convincing me to let mom go, but I am wrong. He wants me to call him back to talk about transportation for my mother. Apparently, due to low funds, the hospital is being forced to close down. He goes on to say more, but I do not hear any of it because I hit the end call button. The rest of my shift goes by in a blur. My mind replaying the doctor’s words over and over. What am I going to do with my mother? The only thing left to do is put her in a nursing home that the government will pay for, but I know that she would never want that. I remember that we used to joke about when she got old. I teased her about not wanting to change her Depends so I’d ship her to a home, and she made me promise to never put her in a home. How can I go back on that promise? Bobby wraps up some leftovers for me and sends me home, saying he can close up by himself. He knows all about my struggles lately, and even though I don’t want people to pity me, it is nice to let people help out sometimes. I don’t know what I have done for life to make things so hard for me. I’ve always been a good daughter, student, friend, and worker. I treat people kindly for the most part, and I try to never complain. I do my best to get through the tough times, but there is always something waiting to knock me back down as soon as I make any progress. I am not sure how I made it home safely, considering I didn’t pay any attention to my surroundings on my way back from the diner. Unlocking my apartment door, I flip the light switch, but nothing happens. Moving deeper into my apartment, I try another light switch, and nothing. “Well, fuck!” Turns out this is my undoing. I slide down the wall and just start laughing. Not sure why I’m laughing, but I am. All too soon though, the laughter turns into crying. After about thirty minutes of bawling like a baby, I drag myself back to my feet and go in search of candles. Not finding any, I look for a flashlight that actually has batteries in it. I do not want to waste the battery on my phone by using the flashlight app, so I continue to stumble through my apartment until I find a tiny LED flashlight. It’s about as long as my pointer finger but it will do the trick. The little thing gives off enough light for me to eat the food that Bobby sent home with me. It isn’t much, just two small chicken strips and a slice of day-old cherry pie, but I’m still grateful. Anything that I may have had in the fridge, which isn’t much, is probably no good now that the electricity is off. God only knows how long it’s been off. Finally, after washing my face and brushing my teeth in a dark bathroom, I climb into my bed and snuggle under my comforter. “Tomorrow will be better, Aria.” I whisper into the dark, “If he brings you to it, he will bring you through it.” I chant, remembering the few sayings that my mom used to chant when times got tough after dad died, “He will never give you more than you can handle.” I repeat these words until I finally fall asleep, hoping that when the sun rises in the morning, things will be a little bit brighter.What spark I once had in my eyes left years ago. I had to grow up fast, had to become a responsible adult in order to get the bills paid. I never once complained about it because I still had my mom encouraging me. Now, I have no one. I am alone, and I am growing tired. Tired of always working. Tired of always worrying. Tired of being mad at the life that I am forced to live. Just tired. If I’m not working, then I’m sleeping. I have no energy for anything else. I think I gave up caring the night I lost electricity. It's been a week since that night I broke down on my floor. Having to go into my rent money to pay for it, I got my electric back the next day, along with my job at the bar. I had no other choice. I am now a zombie moving around from job to job, and then going home to sleep, just to do it all again the next day.
It has been over a week since I have been able to stop in and see mom, but I’m determined to do it today. I have a little time between working the dayshift at the diner and the night shift at the bar. It isn’t much, but it’s something. Stepping off the elevator, I practically collide with Dr. Hildreth. “I am so sorry, Steffen!” “Oh, Aria. It’s quite alright. I should have been watching where I was going.” “Oh no, I was the one preoccupied with things on my mind, and I’m kind of in a hurry. I don’t have much time between jobs, but I wanted to see her.” He gives me a sympathetic smile, “I understand.” He clears his throat, “Did you ever get my voicemail that I left about the hospital closing?” Shit! I forgot to call him back. I slap my forehead, “I completely forgot, but yes. Um, how much time do I have to find another facility?” “Well, it won’t be closing for another two months, but Aria, I strongly suggest you consider our past conversations…” Holding up my hand to stop him from saying what I know he is going to say, “I have told you about my feelings on the matter, Steffen. Please respect my decision.” I can see that he is getting a little annoyed with my stubbornness, but I don’t really care. We are talking about my mother’s life! I really think that she will wake up at some point. I can feel it in my gut. I can tell that the doctor wants to say more, so I completely ignore him and head to my mom’s room. Being with my mother calms me. I can vent and I can be myself. I can tell her about my day or night, and in the end, I always feel at peace. When I begin my long rant, I don’t get very far into it when I notice another vase of flowers. It bothers me that I don’t know who is sending them to her, but at the same time, a smile appears on my face. Knowing that I am not the only one who is acknowledging that my mother is still here with us.After my shift at the bar, I head home feeling a little better. It was a great tip night, and this time nobody stole my jar. There is a note taped to my door when I get home. I dread reading it because I already know what it’s going to say. Sure enough, as I open it, dread fills my veins. It’s a letter of eviction. I was already a month behind on rent, and when I had to dip into rent money to pay for my electric to get turned back on, I knew I would be late this month. Apparently, they’re not willing to work with me. The letter says that they are giving me two weeks to come up with two months of rent, to catch me up, or else I need to move ASAP.
“Well, when it rains, it pours.” I sigh and let myself into my apartment. I throw my keys and the letter on the counter and go in search of a bottle of Tito’s that I know I have around here somewhere. After searching all my cupboards, I finally find the half bottle under the kitchen sink, way in the back. I don’t bother with a glass, as I bring the bottle up to my lips and chug, as I walk to the window seat in my living room. Opening up the window, I let the cool night breeze hit my face as I gaze up at the starless night sky. You can never see the stars in the city, it’s a pity. I take another long drink from the bottle and look down at the street. Cars and trucks line both sides of the streets with only a few open spots here and there. My neighborhood is a poor one, so when my eyes fall on a sleek black BMW parked across the street, I frown. The expensive car is so out of place parked on this street, and I feel as though I have seen it before. I don’t think too much on it. Taking another swig, I walk away from the window. I’m not much of a drinker; that together with me not eating much today, I’m starting to feel as though I shouldn’t have drunk so much.I look at the bottle and giggle, “Oh shit!” There are maybe two swigs left. This is not going to be good come morning. I start giggling once more, finishing off the bottle.It is the middle of the week and another long day of working. Dragging myself out of bed, I hop in the shower hoping to wake myself up. I literally catch myself falling back to sleep while washing my hair. How is that even possible? Only getting three to four hours of sleep at night, being on your feet all day, and not eating enough. That is how people fall asleep while washing their hair in the shower. My foggy mirror that the shower steam caused seems like a good representation of my life. I feel like I’m just walking through life without knowing where I am going, because I can’t see where I am going, when I’m in a daze all day long due to lack of sleep. Using my hand, I swipe the mirror, leaving streaks, but I don’t care. Throwing my now dull raven locks up into a messy bun, I proceed to brush my teeth. The face that stares back at me is no longer my own, but a shell of what it used to be. Dark circles hover below my eyes while my cheekbones protrude out due to lack of n
Before I sell myself to the devil, I have to see my mom just in case anything happens. Scarlett is so sure that all will be okay, but honestly, I don’t even know who Scarlett really is, either. I am beginning to have all these doubts about my decision, but I keep tossing them aside. This really is the only choice that I have left. I cannot go on the way I have been. The elevator dings, and the door opens. I greet the desk nurse, as always, and head straight to my mother’s room. The first thing I notice are the flowers. I smile and make my way over to mom’s bed, grabbing the chair as I pass it. Even the room smells nice from the floral arrangement. “Hello mom. I have some news to tell you, and you are not going to be happy about it, but it needs to be done.” I glance toward the door to make sure it had shut behind me and then I take her hand, “I made the decision to sell my virginity. I will be going to the auction house tonight and a buyer will offer me no less than o
“Stop moving so much, Miss Kramer!” The makeup artist that was assigned to me chastises, “Miss Scarlett will have my hide if I have you go out there looking like Bozo the Clown!” A nervous giggle slips from my lips as I try to stay still. I have been nothing but a bundle of nervous energy since I walked through the door. Baldy, as I like to call him, the ever-present guard outside, radioed that I had arrived, and no sooner had I stepped in the door, I was being whisked away for hair and makeup. The more time that ticked by, the more nervous I got. “I am really sorry.” I try to apologize to the man with a makeup brush in his hand, who is glaring down at me. All he does is roll his eyes and continues to work on my eyes. I am not used to being pampered, or wearing a lot of makeup, but Scarlett says that we need to be able to stand out under the bright lights of the stage. She says that the prettier the treasures look, the more the buyers will pay. I guess that makes
(4 Hours Earlier) Unknown I’m sitting in my office when there is a knock at the door. Without waiting for my command, one of my colleagues and best friends, Merrick, enters and takes a seat in front of my desk. He doesn’t say anything, so I wait until I am done typing up the last paragraph for the project that I am working on, before turning my attention to him. “What is it?” I ask, annoyed. “It’s really happening this time.” Merrick informs me. “What do you mean, it’s really happening?” I sigh heavily. Merrick likes to annoy the fuck out of me when he has information that may be important to me. “Your girl, Aria. Her Bio just went up on the Scarlett’s Treasures website. She will be at the auction tonight.” He furrows his brows, knowing how this is going to affect me. My heart feels as though it stops for a moment, “You’re sure about this?” I can’t believe that she would actually go through with it. My guys have been keeping tabs on her for the last few years,
For a moment, I think my mind is playing tricks on me as I stare at the two gorgeous men outside my door. When the one greets me, I know it isn’t a trick. Man Bun and Faux Hawk from the diner stand before me with identical smirks. That is the only identical aspect of the two, though. They are both in a clean-cut suit. Man Bun’s is a dark gray with a maroon shirt, and Faux Hawk is in a black suit with a deep pink shirt underneath. Now that they are standing side by side, Man Bun has at least four to five inches on Faux Hawk. I’m literally just standing here, gawking at the two men, when Faux Hawk’s chuckle brings me back to the moment, causing me to blush. “I think she likes what she sees, Merk. What do you think?” he glances at his friend before his eyes return to me. “Oh, I know she does.” Man Bun, or Merk, replies with a cocky smile. He shrugs out of his jacket and steps towards me. “It’s a little chilly outside, and I would prefer it if you didn’t show off your
Being here with these two men, and listening to them tell me what they are expecting, has me more nervous than I have ever been in my life. It is also making me tingle in places that shouldn’t be tingling. I sold my virginity because I felt I had no other choice, but now I am not sure that I can go through with it. I don’t know which one plans on doing the actual deed, but I feel as though neither of the two men in front of me will be gentle if they were to take it. Which only leaves the third friend, the one that I have yet to meet. Movement catches my eye as Jory moves to stand behind me. His body is so close that I can feel his heat on my back. He leans down and brings his lips to my ear, “One more thing, Aria. We like our woman naked at all times.” My head whips to the side so I can see his face to see if he is joking, but all I see is him raise an eyebrow. I try to speak, but no words form. I close my mouth and then open it to try again, but still, nothing. I feel the
The sunlight filtering in through the windows wakes me up earlier than I would like it to. I lift my arms above my head and stretch my body as far as it will go. Instead of getting up though, I snuggle in deeper into the covers and just lay there until my bladder tells me to get up. Something feels different though. My eyes snap open and I yank the covers from my face. I’m not in my room, and it takes a moment for me to remember where I am. Groaning, I pull the covers back up. “What the hell are you doing, Aria?” I ask myself aloud. My bladder begins to wake up, so I slowly crawl out of bed and head over to the dresser. Pulling open the top draw, I slam it closed right away. I begin opening all the others until I get to the last one, but there isn’t one article of clothing in any of the drawers. The only thing this dresser contains are sex toys! Looking around the room, my eyes land on another door. “Please let it be a closet full of clothes!” Yanking the door open, d
It turns out that it will only be the three of us eating breakfast at the table this morning. Merrick received a text saying not to expect their friend to join them, but that he would like for one of them to escort me to his office once I have finished eating. Merrick gave me permission to stand and take the seat beside him, but he wouldn’t let me feed myself. Frowning the whole time, I open my mouth every time he brings the fork towards my mouth. I felt like such a baby. I really hope he doesn’t have some kind of daddy fetish, because I will have to walk if that’s the case. There is no way I’m going to act like a baby and call him daddy. Well, calling him daddy could possibly be hot, but not in that setting. When he’s finished eating, Merrick pushes his chair out and stands up, “Jory will take you to the office when he is done, Baby Doll. I have a pressing matter to attend to, but I will be back in a few hours.” I look up at him and admire him in the light blue button-down dres