Innocence Stolen

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EDIT: The first few chapters will be short, BUT, I am working to make them longer.  

In her room, stuffed with maps and paintings of trees, Priya looked at her college savings. Cigarettes After Sex is playing in the background and the scent of her mother's chicken curry fills up her room. She had around $200. How was she going to go to college? How could she pursue her dreams of being a Veterinarian if she can't even afford a single year of college?

She closed her laptop and laid back against her fluffy bed. As she stared at her ceiling, she thought of all the known ways to make money for college. Take up a job? Too much work and going out in public five hours a day made her social anxiety go off the charts. Apply for scholarships? Sure, but who would wanna give her a scholarship? She was a below-average student and nothing special. Her most special talent was knitting a scarf in under 2 days. No one would wanna give her money for a stupid scarf.

She got up off her soft bed and walked to her vanity. She stared at herself in the mirror. From her long black hair, tan skin, wide doe eyes and pink lips, she embodied Aphrodite herself. Priya was beyond beautiful, but she didn't see that. She only saw her flaws. Her hyperpigmentation, acne scars and pimples, and the fat that sat on her stomach. In her head, Priya's flaws weighed more than her goddess beauty.

She went back to her bed and opened her laptop. Her delicate fingers clicked away at the keyboard in a desperate search to make money to pursue her dreams.

The result: Get a sugar daddy

She quickly shut the laptop, regretting ever seeing that result. This was the best and quickest way to make some quick money. Priya knew in her heart that she had to do this. Despite the red flags in her brain, her heart wanted to be loved. She wanted a man to tell her sweet endearments, compliment her outfits, and fall hopelessly in love with her. She wanted to be loved, however, if she had known what the future held, she would've signed up for the first job opening at Mcdonald's.
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"Mother lay down here, I will get your porridge," Theodore said as he pulled the covers over his frail mother. Theodore, 53, lived with his mother in their tiny two-story house in a suburban neighborhood. He made a humble living by working as a Tech Support guy in a local company. His average salary was enough to provide for himself and his elderly mother.

Every morning, he wore one of his standard beige dress shirts and beige dress pants. He ate the same breakfast, plain oatmeal with an apple, every morning at 8 pm. He then drove to his work in his blue sedan. Then he would come back home and take care of his mother. His life was made up of age-old routines and patterns.

Every Sunday morning, Theodore and his mother went to church. However, it was not Theodore's spiritual desires that brought meaning to life, it was her, Priya. The young maiden with luscious black locks and big doe eyes ignited red-hot flames in his beige life.

Theodore entered his mother's room with the steaming bowl of porridge and set it on the table.

"Son, find yourself a wife and settle down. You've already wasted so many of your years on me," she said, her weak fingers picking up the spoon.

"Mother, don't worry about me. Eat your oatmeal before it gets cold," he said, before kissing her forehead. She smiled at him and watched as he left her room. She was always worried about him. Her son has always been an outcast, simply because he was quiet and kept to himself. She wondered if her son was gay, and if he was, why hasn't he told her? She wouldn't rebuke him, she wanted to die in peace knowing her son found true love.

Theodore walked into the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. In his younger days, he was a bachelor. All the ladies, back in the day,  loved him for his nerdy and intellectual character. He attracted ladies like a bee to honey, but he wasn't into the whole the romance. He decided to live a life of solitude, devoting his life to taking care of his ailing mother.   Now,  he was old and greying, he had lost all that luster from when he was young. Even though he was fit and athletic, through the help of his diet, no woman wanted a man who was old and greying. Despite his piercing blue eyes and lean tone, it seemed that women preferred a younger man.

"Man, I'm growing old," he said, chuckling, as he combed through his hair with his fingers. He took his ten-minute shower and went straight to bed. He wanted to be young again, and she was the Fountain of Youth.