Into The Devil's Mind

S H O P P I N G F O R F R E E D O M

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I was now in my car, mad as shit. I gripped my steering wheel gritting my teeth. Who the hell did he think he was talking to me like that? I was his fucking employee! I couldn't bare nor stand rich people who thought they could talk to their employees any type of way. The way he eyed me, as if I was below him or some dumb shit, how will I work for someone like that? I just can't see myself doing it. Seems like a fucking nightmare.

I turned up the station and listened to the music, Rnb was always so soothing. Monica went off and I turned the stations once again, multi-tasking the road but station. "Antonio Rossi will be getting married to Beth Sokolo--" I skipped, didn't seem like anything relevant.

Wait.

I turned the station back, nearly breaking my arm. "Beth Sokolov, is actually marrying a dangerous man, many of you won't agree with my opinion." I heard a man in his mid 20s say. Then a feminine voice spoke, it was soft. "Who even is the bitch? Streets say her dad is the reason why she's even heard of." I gripped the steering wheel tighter. Who the fuck are these people? Who the hell is Antonio Rossi? I thought she was just marring a rich man.

I eventually got tired of the gossip and turned off my radio for the rest of a long 30-minute ride back home.

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I parked my car into the parking lot, looking up at the apartment I had to call "home". It wasn't the most welcoming, considering the fact we had old men prying on the women walking down the streets. Or the kidnapping and prostitution rate, it's one of the many reasons I needed to leave this dump.

I walked up to my apartment door, sliding my keys out of my pocket into the doorknob.

Still rusty, as always.

I walked into the house, and the relief of being away from that building washed over my body. I was hot and sweaty from the number of layers I had on and with the walking I had to do trying to keep up with Mr. Coleman it was more than a lot. I began unbuttoning my vest and white button up leaving me with nothing on but a platted skirt and laced black bra. I turned on our fan, letting the place air out. Deja and I weren't too fond of leaving windows open, we had a large bird population and again of course, creeps.

" Oh honey! Why don't you just take me here! Right on the couch!"

Huh?

I walked down the hallway, curious as to what it was exactly, I was hearing.

"Deja?" I called out, wondering if this girl was okay or not. I opened the bathroom door, then our mom's room and then finally, our room.

I walked into the room and there she was holding a white paper with lines on them, I supposed for the 'play'. She also seemed to be acting the lines out because of her idiotic expression. She looked at me with a very excited Deja appeared on her face, her eyes were almost gleaming. Either she was extremely happy about this 'play' or there was something else on her mind. She continuously sung the lines, or so I say practically made my fucking ears bleed. I gave her a serious look, meaning "fucking stop". She understood, making her sway her lips to go yell her lines in the living room.

I sat on the warm bed, relaxing my muscles as I pulled my platted skirt off my body, tossing it across the room. I still had to clean up the mess I made earlier for looking for the damn outfit. I groaned," Always something to do!". I was physically drained, yet happy I landed a job. I always felt like I overly complained, there was always someone with a worse situation than me. I tried to learn how to appreciate what I had in the present time, but that's hard when your life is at risk every time you come to the same home people want you to sleep in.