~~𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘫𝘩𝘢 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘹~~
Two weeks had passed since that night at the club, the night that lingered in my thoughts, uninvited and unwelcome. I hadn't returned to the club since then, the memories too vivid, too raw. Instead, I focused on Zy'aire, my beacon of innocence in a world that often seemed too harsh.
The early morning sun greeted us as Zy'aire and I stepped outside. His laughter, pure and unburdened, filled the air as he chased after his ball, his small feet kicking up dust in the playground. Watching him, a smile found its way onto my face, a genuine smile, not forced or burdened by the night's shadows.
"Mommy, why does the grass feel tickly?" Zy'aire asked, flopping down onto the green expanse.
"Because it's made of thousands of tiny blades, sweetie, and they like to say hello to our feet," I explained, joining him on the ground.
He giggled, wiggling his toes. "Hello, grass!" he shouted joyfully, making me laugh.
Lunchtime arrived, and we headed to his favorite diner. Zy'aire, with his usual grilled cheese and a milkshake, seemed to savor every bite, his eyes wide with delight. I watched him, my heart swelling with love and pride.
"Mommy, can I have a milkshake for breakfast every day?" he asked, his face hopeful.
I chuckled. "If we did that, we might turn into milkshakes ourselves," I teased.
He pondered this for a moment. "That would be yummy," he decided, making me laugh again.
Later, I decided it was time to deposit the money I had received that night. Thinking back to when I got home that night and I counted it. I realized it was much more than a thousand dollars. The realization left me stunned, a mix of gratitude and confusion swirling within me. How could someone so well put together, so undeniably handsome, be so crude and rude? I pushed the thought of him away, focusing instead on the here and now.
Zy'aire and I spent the rest of the day together, playing, laughing, and living in the moment. We went back to the park, where he took to the swings with gusto, urging me to push him "higher, Mommy, higher!" I obliged, pushing him gently, his shrieks of joy music to my ears.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, we headed home, hand in hand. Zy'aire's chatter about the day's adventures filled the air, his questions endless and filled with the innocence of a child's curiosity.
"Mommy, can we catch a star?" he asked, looking up at the evening sky.
"If we could, we'd keep it in a jar and use it as a nightlight," I replied, squeezing his hand.
He thought about this, nodding solemnly. "That would be cool," he said, his imagination alight with the idea.
That night, after tucking Zy'aire into bed, I sat alone with my thoughts. The money, now safely in the bank, was a reminder of what I had done, of the lengths I would go to provide for my son. But as I looked at Zy'aire, sleeping peacefully, I knew that every sacrifice was worth it. He was my world, my reason for everything.
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Stepping into the dimly lit club, the air was thick with music and anticipation. I felt a strange mix of familiarity and detachment as I made my way through. The club's pulsing energy, a stark contrast to the peaceful life I'd been living these past two weeks, felt overwhelming.
Some dancers glanced my way, their eyes rolling with a with jealousy. Seeing Angel, with her radiant smile and infectious energy, eased my unease. Her presence was like a lighthouse in the chaotic storm of the club.
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Spin Of Survival (Drake)
Fanfiction" Daisjha, just come and work at Platinum Pleasures with me. You have the look, the body! You'll make that money."
