It's Hard

F I N D I T O U T

I grew up in a small town in Washington.
My mom doing her all for her child who was only but seven years old. Me, of course." She gave me the world, it seemed like. At the age of nine years old my father was arrested and I was raped by my Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack came to the house everyday and whispered nasty things into my ear. Things if I said aloud, I'd be shunned away. Things like, "have you ever had sex before?" or "Your breasts are so cute, can I touch them?" One day my daddy found out and murdered him... right before my very eyes. With my dad being arrested, he was out of my life forever.
I stopped by my job and went to the managers office. "Willow, come to get your check?" My boss, Dejah, asked. "You know it." I smiled weakly. She handed me my check. "Will, you know you don't have to do this... You could be so much." she said. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Dej, we had this conversation before, it's temporary, okay? I just need to money, and by the looks of my checks I'll be just fine." I fake smiled. She shook her head and sighed, "Baby girl, you've been here secretly since you were 16. That's no way for a young l-" she said before I cut her off. "Look Dej, I know where your coming from, but I'll be outta here in no time." I said getting kind of annoyed. We have this conversation every time I pick up my check. "Not the way you keep blowing off 500 dollars, Willow. You and that girl are struggling because you wanna be selfish and buy... this shit." she said gesturing to my clothes. "Aye! Just mind ya business and let me do me." I exclaimed. "Whatever, do what you want... Have a nice day, Willow." she said as she looked down at her computer. I sighed and left the building and went to the store. I sat in Starbucks thinking about what Dejah said. Maybe I should come clean to Zephoria about what I've been doing to get my money. Maybe I should move on to a new job, or maybe I could stop being selfish. I watched as the whipped cream in my caramel frappe started to mix in with the coffee. I sighed hopelessly before I felt someone sit at the table with me. I looked up and saw a Caucasian man with a pearly white smile. He had brown hair that was cut into a quiff. He had gauges and tattoos. Sexy.. He wore a fitted gray V-neck shirt and black joggers with black and white Jordan's. "May I help you?" I asked scooting back a bit. "Actually yes you can. Wyatt Sorings, Director and Photographer for Flare Studios." he introduced himself. He had an Australian accent. Sexy. "Nice to meet you. I'm Willow." I said as smile a little. "Now, um, is there a reason why you came over to tell me that?" I asked taking a sip of my frappe. "You'd make a perfect addition to our modeling family, Willow." he said and smirked. I nearly choked on my drink and looked at him with wide eyes. He chucked and nodded. "Here's my card, whenever you want to talk." he slid a black card with gold writing over with his muscular yet gentle hard and winked... SEXY, before walking away. I smirked to myself and bit my lip.

Look At God.

Wyatt is in the Multi Media box.