Unexpected Risks

Pandemy

"What you gon' do wit yo' self Tri?" I dun lost count of how many times I dun been asked dat question. "Ion know." has always been my answer. "You best figure it out soon. You's ain't gettin' no younger." Was always da response. What am I gon' do? The question always in da back of my mind. Stuck in a pandemy. Jobs left and right. Gramuva gettin' sicker. Due bills pilin'. Lil brother need taking care of. All dese responsibilities fallin' on me. No one to help me. On my own. Strugglin'. No plan. Not even no time ta think.

   Money.

    Money is my solution.

    Money can help fix my problems.

    But how would I get it?

Trina had to grow up too quickly. Her innocence was taken from her at a young age. She has taken care of herself, her son, and her grandmother for a while. She also had to take care of her mother at a young age; her mother being a drug addict. She thought she could handle the responsibilities that fell upon her. She handled herself pretty well; that was until her responsibilities became too heavy to carry on her own. Given that everyone is caught in a pandemic. She needed to make way more money than she currently is, but how? She was a strong young woman; but even the strongest women; have their weak moments.

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After tucking her son in, reading him to sleep, and leaving a kiss on his head. Trina entered her kitchen to prepare to check on her gramuva.

"Trina!" Her grandmuva yelled through a coughing fit. Trina shot up from her position in the kitchen. "Yes gram?" She answers through her mask, walking to her gramuva's room with a glass of water, along with her medicine for her gramuva. "I need... my inhaler baby." Her gramuva requested breathlessly as she wheezed. She quickly granted her request and prepared her medicine while she watched her gramuva use her inhaler. She waited for her to take the pills and handed her the glass of water she had previously gotten her. She watched her slowly sip the water and hand it back. "That betta gram?" She asked as she placed the glass on the bedside table. "Much betta." She replied as she took a deep breath.

"The news say the quarantine s'posed to be ova and da city re-openin'." She heard her gramuva state. "Thank god!" Trina replied with a sigh. "When they say dat?" Trina asked. "Yesterday night." Her gram replied. "You really think it's ova?" Tri asks. "I don't know, baby. Hopefully." Her gram replied honestly.

"Yea. Hopefully. I love you grams. Holler if ya need me." Trina said. "You know I will. I love you too, Tri." Her gramuva replied with a smile, which she returned. Even in sickness she still smiled brightly. Trina reentered the kitchen, threw away her gloves, washed her hands and she went to sit on the couch in the living room. She flipped through channels but there was nothing good to watch. At least nothing she wanted to watch that she hadn't seen a thousand times. To alleviate her boredom she turned on the news and picked up her phone that sat on the coffee table.

Trina had been searching for a new job for a little while now. Not that she didn't have one already but in order for her to keep a roof over her family's head she would have to get another job. As she scrolled through her social media she saw an audition flyer for new dancers at The Pynk. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't considering it. She heard strippers make a lot of money. But could she really do something like that? Surely she didn't have to resort to that, right? Showing her body? Just for money?

I mean she'd be doing it to help her family. Maybe she should give it a try. Who knows maybe it could be more than she expects it to be.