Pocket Full of Lies

1. Thrown out from my own house

What happens when you open your wallet to make a payment and find a credit card in it?

~A credit card given to you by your ex-boss, who ruthlessly fired you just one night ago.

~A card that was given to you to buy groceries and necessities for your workplace and only for your workplace.

~A credit card he stupidly forgot to take back while firing you.

Mwahahaha!!

Twirling the card on my fingers, an evil smirk adorned my face as I imagined maxing out his card and living a new life. A life that wasn't filled with so many problems. And it would also serve as a great revenge to that insufferable, arrogant jerk, who fired me for no valid reason.

My fantasies were brought to an end when the teenage girl behind the counter asked me rudely, "Are you making the payment or not?"

"Geez, what's with the rudeness? It's not like there's a huge line of people waiting behind me. Shouldn't you be a little courteous to the only customer you have?" I asked, pointing towards the empty ice-cream parlour.

"Don't you think we have been far more courteous than needed? Especially when you stayed for three hours in the shop after buying a single cup of the smallest serving we provide," another employee spoke instead, shooting daggers at me.

I pouted at his rude words, but kept quiet because he was right. I would also have been annoyed if I was in their place. But what was I supposed to do? It was a Sunday morning.

Sunday- A beautiful day where it was finally possible to hear the chirping of the birds in the morning as traffic was slow, all credits to it being a holiday; a day which was loved by the majority of the people. A weekend meant to sleep in. Well, there were still some unfortunate ones who had to work even on this day. Just like the two employees standing behind the counter. I couldn't really blame them for their frowning faces. After all, they were working on a Sunday morning.

Poor teenagers, I feel for them. But, my condition was worse than theirs. At least they had work. Neither was I allowed to sleep in and enjoy the day, nor could I go to work. For how long was supposed to roam around in the streets under this hot blazing sun? Especially when I was also thrown out from my own house by the day renters.

Wondering what day renters are? Don't scratch your heads or try to Google it, because... the term does not really exist. It was just something coined by yours truly! Thank you, thank you! No need for claps.

The term will be explained to you shortly. Please wait patiently and enjoy the not so wonderful flashback of my today's morning until I pay for my ice-cream.

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I had nothing to do today yet I woke up so early. All thanks to the habit of my body that has been waking up at the exact same time for the past three years.

Suddenly not having work made me confused. What was I supposed to do in the meantime? I paced in the small room I called home, thinking of how I could spend my first free day after so many years. My stomach growled suddenly, giving me the answer. It was time for food, everything could be decided later.

A sudden noise startled the hell out of me as I was innocently rummaging through the shnelves for some snacks.

"Thief! Catch the thief!" Two men shouted, immediately looking here and there to find some makeshift weapon.

"Ow." I banged my head on the shelf while trying to stand up hurriedly to see what the ruckus was about.

Rubbing my aching head, I stood up and turned only to see two men standing there with a broom and a long stick raised, ready to attack me.

Gulping down the panic, I tried to make them understand that this was my house too. It took a few minutes for them to let their guard down, but they finally understood that I was the night renter. And they finally dropped their weapons, making me sigh in relief.

"Did you forget something?" The younger of the two asked.

"Umm...," I trailed off, not knowing how to tell them that I was fired and didn't have anywhere to go today.

The older man sighed, rubbing his forehead in distress.

"Don't you know the timings, girl. All the ladies with day-shift jobs stay at this house from 8pm to 7am. While us with the night jobs are here from 8am to 7pm. It is our house for the day and your house for the night. And as you can see clearly, there's sun up in the sky. You are even about to surpass the buffer time placed for the convenience of both the groups to not clash with each other. Hurry and leave now."

"Seriously! I am already tired from the night shift and have to deal with this now," the younger man groaned.

I looked at them sheepishly, while my leg bounced a little in nervousness. They were right. It was their time in the house, but I had nowhere to go.

"You are right, Sir. However, I don't have anywhere to go right now." I raised my one finger, and looked at them with pleading eyes, "Just one day, please let me stay here for just one day. I promise I will somehow sort out my situation until tomorrow and will be out of your hair."

A smile was about to form on my lips when I saw the younger of two sigh. Thinking that he was about to agree, I was about to bow in gratitude but he broke all my hopes when he pointed his hand towards the door. "Get out."

With my mouth hung open, I looked at him with wide shocked eyes. "You can't be this cruel. Why are you throwing me out in danger?" I said, throwing my hands up in the air for exaggeration.

I even went as far as to make puppy eyes. I was already far too young than them, and I hoped against all odds that they would think of me as a cute little child and show some sympathy.

The young man, who was still older than me by the decade scoffed, crushing my hopes yet again.

"Stop acting like a fragile mess. It's not like we are throwing you out on streets when it is dark and dangerous. There's broad daylight out there with people roaming about. Just sit in the park if you can't find anything else to do."

"Listen dear," the old man spoke in a soft tone, unlike the rude man standing beside me. "You are about my daughter's age and I really do feel bad for your situation..."

Even though the man started sweetly, there was no way I was going to raise my hopes up again. Not after having them crushed for multiple times in the span of mere five minutes. And looks like, I was right this time around as well

"Within 10-15 minutes, more men would come home. They are good people but no one can know their temperament when they are exhausted beyond limits. Dear, within 15 minutes this house is going to become more dangerous for you than the entire city combined. So it is better if you leave," the uncle said, kicking me out politely.

I sighed but nodded nonetheless agreeing to his points. Taking my mobile and purse, I moved to leave the house.

"The things you have to endure for cheap rent."

This was the last thing I heard before the door was loudly shut on my face.

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