Gia's Beginning

8.

GIA POV

I couldn't halt on getting my shit together. Sitting in a small cafe having a small breakfast I see an ad for a job. Looking it over it's for a maid at the local hotel. That hotel was a whore hotel. People just went there to fuck and that's it. But they're paying a good pay. Maybe I can stay there momentarily if I work there.

Did what I did best. Put on a fake smile.

"Hi I'm here inquiring about the job posting" I said.

The older woman looked at me up and down and disappeared in the back for a moment. I stood there looking around. This hotel seemed dirty.

She came back and handed me a uniform. This should fit you. It's the smallest size we have.

I smiled "thanks".

"You start right away" she said.

"Oh just a random question... I don't have anywhere to stay. If I work here can I live in one of the rooms until I get my stuff together?" I asked.

She sighed "usually I would say no. But you look young so fine". She went into the bucket of keys and handed me one. This is a one bed room. Keep it clean and no noise after eleven".

I nodded.

//

Bria knows what happened. She offered her place but I rather not impose. Needing to be alone for a while. She didn't understand why but she didn't fight me on it.

It was the weekend and this hotel was bumping with people.

Finishing cleaning a room I pulled the cart out and went to clean my hands.

That's when two people bumped into my cart being loud. I looked up and saw it was him.

He squinted at me "girl from the beach?".

"Guy that owns the beach?" I mocked.

"Wow! You work here? Can you work?" He asked. His woman of the night came next to him "ew stop talking to the help".  I nodded and started pushing my cart "have a good night" he said.

Nothing said.

I hope I don't see anyone else here. All I want to do is job and get paid so I can move into my own place.

The next morning... I sat outside just watching the sunrise.

Hearing a door open...

"Jesus my head" it was him again. He stood there holding his head. "Oh hey girl from the beach that I don't know her name" he joked.

I gave him a fake smile "it's you... again".

"So do you work all the shifts here?" He asked.

I shook my head "no".

"Then why are you here at whatever time it is but I know it's early morning" he said.

"Room and board here temporarily" I said.

He wide eyed me "hold up? Don't get offended by what I'm about to ask you. Are you a...?"

"Hell no! I just live here for the moment and I work" I answered.

He let out a breath of relief "oh thank god".

I continued to watch the sunrise and he just stood there "hey I don't think we formally met. My name is..." his woman came out searching for me "again? Didn't I say don't talk to the help? It's weird".

He rolled his eyes "anyway I'll see you around no name girl from the beach".

Giving him a thumbs up.

He stumbled back to his room pushing her in and slamming the door shut.

//

Also found out from the cops who were at my home the other night that my mom pressed assault charges on me. Wonderful.

If I'm found guilty I could spend ninety days in jail.

My life just keeps going down and down. I'm still shocked I haven't gotten the courage to off myself yet. Do the world a favor!

I went into the bathroom and just looked at my reflection. Feeling so much and nothing seems to be going good for me. Taking the small razor and slowly slicing a line down my arm. I needed an escape of some sort from my life.

Watching the blood trickle into the sink. I closed my eyes to feel the relief for that quick second.

Bandaging up the small scar so no one notices it. I went into the bed and just took a well deserved nap.