Three weeks later,.
I am roaming around the streets of this beautiful city on this chilly evening. Just like darkness is overcrowding the city, so is it doing to my mind. Despondency is me hard. Life is really spanking me mercilessly.
For three good fucking weeks, I struggled to find work. I leave my house in the every single day with the forlorn hope of coming back with good news, just I did today, but every single day I come back with a distraught heart. A downcast . I didn't get any today either, so it is not an exception. I don't even feel like to that house since I feel so depressed right now. Since giving up on the job for today at six in the evening, I have been pacing for about three hours, lost, mind wandering to anywhere and nowhere. But I am now unable to continue. I am , drained, and hopeless. It is dark. My legs feel exhausted.
Where even am I?
I collapse to the bench on the sidewalk of the road and take in a good amount of the breeze in and out. I am seeing hell beckoning to me from so close. The bills have piling up. I have been banking on Damian for food and beverages, but I can't that anymore. I abhor this contorting feeling of being dependent on someone, but if
I didn't accept his help, I don't know what I would have done. Perhaps I would have up taking Grace's offer, but you should have seen Damian's gloomy, wrinkly, face when I mentioned that to him. It was just a footnote; I never considered it still don't do it, but even a mere mention drove him berserk. He was over the edge contentment about that idea. He even said he would tie down my arse with a robe my house to prevent me from working in a club, as if he had the right to dictate to me.
I'm still so adamantly stubborn to accept Grace's offer, which is always obtainable.
Not because Damian won't let me, but rather because I still won't sacrifice my morals.
I haven't given up because I still believe that somewhere out there, my luck is waiting me. Not giving up yet. I know I will find something, small or big. Someday, . But hopefully, that happens soon because I am really having it rough and hope. I just don’t want to lose it all.
I don't care to check my phone when it buzzes. Since I turned on my phone three ago, my two unflappable home-town best friends have been on my neck. They yet another burden that I am currently unable to deal with. Not when they had the to advise me to put an end to this lunacy and return home. They believe that I endure all this, like everyone else. I was damn wrong in believing that they, of people, knew me better. Sane or insane, this is what I chose for myself. Childish or , it's still what I choose! It is what I want and what I will stick to. Period!
That idiot of a father, well, I think he exploited his last card of making sure I don't get job very well. I must commend his guts and cold heart. I must be stinking like rotten that nobody wanted to have in their disgusting offices. Tired of the same riposte time I went for an interview, I gave up on my marketing career a week ago and up seeking small jobs at kiosks, but even that has hit a hard rock. I am anymore if it's really the people who are not hiring, or maybe I have an of doom roaming around me. And yeah, the latter has it, and that angel of doom Richard Bradley Ricaford!
It is already so dark. The day is gone. I am utterly helpless. However, tomorrow is a day. The rise of the sun brings with it new hopes and new beginnings, they say, that is the only hope that is driving me. Maybe the sun will shine more brightly it did today.
I get up, clutch my pouch, then drag my lazy ass across the busy street to hail a cab. In weeks, I haven't driven my Porsche. Where would I get money for fuel?
Consequently, it would seem ridiculous to haul such a heavy machine in this . Everything about this misery stinks!
I was about to turn to call a cab, but something suddenly stole my attention.
A coffee shop is on sale!
From the outside, it appears stunning, with the scent of coffee luring from afar. My mind turns a hundred degrees.
How would it feel to own this? As I glare at it, I can already imagine myself walking in it with a white apron, serving coffee and cakes to my customers. A beautiful insane dream, because the coins I have on me as my legs drive me inside the shop are only enough for a cup of cappuccino and cab fare to take me home.
All the same, I am already inside; the aroma is irresistible; I cannot turn back.
I find myself a seat at the far corner of the busy, capacity-filled coffee shop and order cappuccino. As I wait, I can't help but wonder. The shop is not even as small as it from the outside. It seems to be so busy, thanks to its location. I'm sure it's well, given the population. Why is it being sold?
"Here, miss. Enjoy your coffee." The nice waiter says, placing my coffee gently on table.
"Thank you, Jannie." I read her name on the tag hanging on her chest. Not just one , but I am spotting about five right now. For a coffee shop, it ought to be extra to have such several employees. "Aah, can I ask something?" My curiosity , calling the attention of the kind waitress.
"Yes, miss?" She asks.
"If I may ask, is the shop really on sale?" I ask, not sounding so interested and sipping my coffee.
"Yes, miss. The owner hasn't found a potential buyer yet." She retorts.