After Hours

Chapter 2-Ugly Betty

I cried the whole time on the train heading home. I have no idea what I'm going to do now. The harsh words of Mr. Moore kept playing in my head.
'All you have to do was just bend over!' 'I promise it won't hurt' 'toots.'  His harsh words along with his white ninjas. And he have the audacity to call security to throw me out of the building and cause a scene. I was humiliated all because I didn't bend over. What am I going to tell dad. He can't work because of his heart condition. I'm the only one he has. He's the only one I have.

I still can't believe I've lost my job I had for four years, right after high school all because I didn't jus bend over. What would happen if I'd bend over? Would we do 'it' in his office? Would I still have my job? What's his personal payroll? Will my pay be higher when I'm on his personal payroll? Would I get a promotion if I was on his personal payroll? A tons of questions played in my head. Mr. Moore is just a nasty pervert. How could he thinks that I'd have sex with him for money? Ewe! He's old enough to be my dad. My father.

I quickly wipe my tears away as the train starts to slow down at the station. I quietly get off the bus. A lot of people wasn't here- because they were at work. They have a job. Which I don't have at this moment. Why? Because I didn't bend over. I can't believe Mr. Moore would want me to belittle myself to the likes of him. He makes my stomach sick.

I clutch on to my mother's old worn out leather bag which contains the last amount of my dad's medicines.

I'd have to get another job this instant. And this bleeping economy is such a mess. Nobody cares about the lower class of people. Especially the ones in the hood. All they care about is their images and armani suits and designer brand clothes and fancy sports car.

I glanced down at my watch my dad got me for my birthday last year. Its a silver watch with a butterfly clock with pink color diamonds around it-- not real diamonds though. It was a cheep gift. And second hand. Its almost two O'Clock. I have a long way to get home. I had to walk this time because I'm all out of cash to take a cab.

I exhausted climb the stairs to my apartment. Its a couple minute after four and I'm tired as hell. I would've taken the  elevator but being stuck in a elevator can be very dangerous and I'm also claustrophobic.

I lived on the forth floor so I don't really have a lot of stairs to climb. I lazily opened the door and entered the apartment, closing the door behind me. I frowned as the door knob fell off in my hand. Stupid locks
Was my grasp that strong?

"Dad," I called from the door. "Were you trying to fix the lock again?" I shook my head smiling.

"Honey, I'm I'm in the kitchen." I heard him shout. I drop my bag on the center table and headed to the kitchen. I found my dad cooking.

"Mm, that,smells delish." Commented.

"You like? Its mash potatoes, fried chicken and pasta he smiles looking up from the pot. Dad's a really great cook. He enjoyed doing it. My dad is in his late forties. And he looks really great for his age. He doesn't even looks sick.

"I held up the door handle in my hand. "You were trying to fix it again didn't you?"

"I can see that didn't work out so well." He chuckled.

Dad's like Wreck it Ralph. He destroys practically everything he touches. Well everything he tries to fix actually.

"You're the worst handyman ever " I laughed placing the handle on the table in front of me. I sat at the table and sighed. I'm so exhausted. I'm considering if I should tell dad what happen today. I stare blankly on the floor guessing whether or not I should tell him.