"what did you have to do so he wouldn't kill me?" the young girl shivered, tears in her eyes as her father asked this question for the second time. He wouldn't understand even if she told him.cause he never hesitated to do it all for her.
CHAPTER six She had her eyes locked on the beautiful pink roses she could see through the window of her now new room. Hannah breathed out for another dozen times. She still couldn't believe how much her life had changed in just three days. "Ok Hannah relax... how did you get here" she sighed deeply, trying to mentally analyse everything. Hannah shook her head.It was all too much. To start with, she wasn't even in New York anymore. The rude customer had made sure of that after she had agreed to his 'job preposition ' if that is what you can even call it. "Come in" she sounded out after hearing a knock on her door. She rolled her eyes at the sight of who had opened the door. Speaking of the devil. "I hear you're not eating" was the first thing he said to her. Hannah did not expect more or less. She didn't even care. She turned back around,then continued staring at the roses. "It's kinda hard to when your life is hanging by a thread" she responded, still looking through the window. "Hannah, you haven't eaten since we landed and it's been over a day if you're counting" the rude customer reminded her. "Well I'm not counting,... And why do you care Mr,rude customer?...you tried to kill my Dad " she spat and the man bowed his head , laughing silently at only God knew what. "What...think this is funny? Huhh ofcourse you do" she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Well kinda and ahhh... Mr..rude customer" he said in question form and laughed even more. "Yeah..you were rude to me at the pizza place for bumping into you... even though I said I'm sorry and it wasn't on purpose " Hannah breathed. "Oh and...You wanted to kill my Dad!" She added , yelling the last part. "Kkk ok hold your attitude..I still can and...do you seriously not know my name?" He asked and Hannah gave him a bitch attitude face then looked back outside again. "Did you tell me" was her response and walked closer to were she stood , following her eyes. "Well to be fair..you didn't tell me yours either" he defended. Hannah then turned to face him. "But you know it anyway.. British accent" she said, flicking his collar. "Yes.. because of the name tag... American accent " he suppressed and for a moment, Hannah felt like cracking a smile. But she remembered what she was really doing away from home and it changed the course of her actions. "Whatever..just leave me alone, unless you're here to tell me that my job starts right now" Hannah clarified herself, rolled her eyes and turned to look out of the window again. "Well is that what you want" he asked but couldn't even finished his question before she cut him off. "No !fuck out my room!" She snapped. "Look, not to say I care.. because I couldn't give a fuck if you starved yourself to death,peaches.." he started,his voice a bit higher than before. "But if you are going to do your job well, you will need your energy.... " He said. "Hhuhhh kkk" Hannah scoffed into her laugh. Mr rude customer was definitely funny. "I'm serious..kkk and my sexual limits go upto two rounds an hour.." he continued , laughing at his statement with her. "Kk listen.. I'm speaking for your best interest when I say this...you're gonna need a lot of energy " he explained as she giggled through his words "Best interest...what happened to 'not giving a fuck if I starved myself to death" she flexed and laugh at his confused expression. "I still don't..I just want to let you know..in order for this job to be a success at the end of the coming three months.." he started, "You ...need to feel like a success.. especially down your.." he continued but Hannah couldn't with him anymore. She jumped on him immediately causing him to fall on her pink bed
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