Enemies to Lovers

CHAPTER 7

𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥

𝗠𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗬

No calls, no texts, nothing. They don't even check to see if I'm okay. It's been about two years now, and still no phone calls. Do they even think about me? Do they say, 'Let's check on our daughter to see if she's okay, if she's alive, if she's doing well?' Nah, they don't. What do they call these types of people?

I mean, I don't get it. If I was too much trouble for them, why did they have kids? What an amazing, wonderful family, I thought to myself.

I laughed to myself. Silly me, why would they call me? They don't even care. If they really did, they wouldn't have sold me to an old man. They wouldn't have thought twice about it. I pondered the consequences of what would happen to me after that.

All that happened just because Mom overheard me talking to Pablo, and Dad found out I was going to live with him alone in the apartment. I don't see what's wrong with that since I was eighteen at the time. And yes, I felt like I was living in a movie or a book, like my life was scripted.

So many things happened. They treated me like a child, and what did I do about it?

𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

I stayed silent at that time, I should've stood up for myself, but I didn't.

I was weak, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘. 

𝑊𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑.

He took my phone, he canceled my visa, and he did everything to me. Everything he thought of doing, he did. Like I was a piece of shit in front of him, or a piece of toy whenever he wanted to play with me.

I got married to an old man, and I got raped and abused by him. But still, I had made it; I had made it through all the pain and suffering, and I'm so proud of myself. 

After that, Alexander got arrested. I went to the hotel and got a new phone that night. I didn't have many friends, but that's okay. At least I have myself. 

I traveled to NYC again, and here I am. Now, all I need to do is find a job quickly; I need money ASAP. I've been living in an apartment for that man, and I don't want to live here anymore. And yes, I'm talking about Alexander.

I want to have my own money, my own apartment, and my own car. I want to be an independent woman. I don't need any man to pay for me. I put on a cute outfit and went to search for a job.

"It's been thirty minutes, and I still haven't found a good job." I sigh. Why am I even talking to myself? 

What should I do now?

"Looking for a job?" A stranger said, huh? Who is talking? 

"Yeah?" I reply. God sent me a miracle. 

"I have the perfect job for you, if you want it, take this card and call me on this number tonight at 8 p.m. I guess I can say you'll call me for sure. We'll discuss everything on the phone." He smiles, handing me a card. 

Oh, yes. That's my only opportunity to make money. "Okay, thanks, sir, I'll make sure I'm going to call you. Thank you. I really appreciate it." I took the card, smiling in excitement. 

"Sure," he nods and leaves.

Oh god, thank you, thank you!

"Hey pretty, can I have your-" but I cut him off. I don't know who that man was, but fuck him.

It is weird how suddenly the boy asked for my number, he looks even younger than me. I will hurt his feelings by doing this, but tell me, who cares?

Fuck men. "No, boy, now get out of my way." I pushed him aside and left. 

What an amazing day! I return to my apartment and pour myself a glass of fresh wine to celebrate my new job, even though I don't yet know what it entails.

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Jesus Christ! I forgot to call him. 

I quickly grabbed my phone, setting my wine down on the table, and dialed the number. It rang for five seconds before the call connected.

"Hello? Is this the man whose name is...um...?" I glanced at the card, catching his name before he could speak. "Um, yeah, sorry. Is this Antony Smith?"

I chuckled nervously, not wanting to fall into a trap. "Yes, don't worry. But I didn't catch your name, ma'am." He smiled, his presence almost palpable.

"Oh, I'm Molly, Molly Williams," I said, feeling proud of myself. So proud.

Some people, after experiencing what I've been through, might not feel proud, but I am. I know that everything that has happened was not my fault, and now I'm a new and totally different person.

"Alright, Molly, if you get this job, you'll need to ensure you're capable. You can have two roles in the same place. Let me explain:

Firstly, you can work whenever you want, day or night, at a strip club. You can either be a waitress during the day or a stripper at night. Or you can do both - it's up to you.

Secondly, the job hours are from 10 a.m. to 1 a.m., or sometimes until 3 a.m. for the late shifts. If you work only during the day, it's from 10 a.m. to 11 p.m. For night shifts, it's from 11:30 p.m. until 3 a.m. at the latest.

Thirdly, regarding salary: as a waitress, you'll earn $100 per day. As a stripper, the maximum pay is $500 per night, which is quite good. If you do both, you can earn around $1000 a day. Also, you'll have a four-hour break from 3 p.m. to 7 p.m. You can leave or do whatever you want during this time, but be sure to return on time.

That's all. If you'd like, I can send you a message with these details for reference." He concluded.

He talked a lot. Didn't he get tired?

Without much thought, I replied, "Yeah, I'll take both jobs, day and night. Please send me the details and when I should start. Thank you so much." I said happily and ended the call.

Wait, did I agree to work as a stripper? I said yes without even thinking. But I guess it's okay; I need the money, and the pay is good.

I poured myself more wine and toasted to my new job and new identity. I'm excited about the new chapters in my life.

I want to show everyone who I really am. I even want to change my last name to Williams. I hate my current name and identity. In fact, I want to change everything about myself. I'm a new person. But I've realized something - life is too short to worry about things that aren't worth my time.

So why do I still care if they call me or not? It's been time. I'm already nineteen. It's time to start taking care of myself. And what if people ask about my parents? What should I say? They sold me to an old man who abused me, but I managed to escape?

Oh, and I mustn't forget the part where I met Romeo at the club. I haven't seen him since, but he was incredibly handsome.

Molly, focus. Why am I thinking about him now? I should just sleep and clear my mind.