The girl sighed slightly after the umptieth call of her so-called 'premium' costumers and rolling on her back she looked up at the ceiling of her room, thinking on how much irritating was that work, on certain days.
She took her notebook and chuckled while looking at some little sketches: she didn't remember to having written 'aki-chan' and 'yukkun' followed by some chibi faces, a mental image came from the sound of their voices.
The girl found herself wanting to hear again from that Yuu guy, but per contract she couldn't call back the costumers and the only thing she could do was getting off the bed, wearing something decent and go out to buy something to eat for dinner.
She scrolled on the cellphone to activate the 'offlin' mode, to avoid any unwanted call, and got out of her apartment to walk quickly to the nearest conbini, without looking at anyone's face along the road.
It wasn't easy to get a lot of money out of that job, but it was the only one she could get and the girl wasn't exactly able to terminate the contract she had to sign, not for the moment «it's five hundred twenty-five yen» said the cashier with a gentle voice, after he scanned the few instant ramens that the girl bought, along with some fresh vegetables and an handful of fruit.
The girl paid the amount and thanking the clerk, she got out of the store, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to look at the far Tokyo Tower.
She sighed again for that day: she always wished to be able to see the tower with someone at her side, but everytime that her relationships broke, she blamed her poor self-esteem and the terror that her father infused in her partners' minds.
Her father...he was able to scare her too.
That's why she was working that sleazy job, because otherwise it would be a really big problem for her...her father bought the shares of that little firm, so he could hide something more serious in those erotic calls.
Nothing too much illegal, at least for what she knew...the girl never thought her father killed someone like the mafia, but surely he wasn't a good man.
Stretching the lips on her teeth, started to walk again towards her apartment, thinking joyfully about some recipe she could make that evening, but she opened her entrance door she found her father's shadow in front of her.
He was still wearing his dark gray suit, his squared jaw gritted while was holding the girl's phone in his big hands «So?? Slacking off on the job??» said with an harsh voice and the young woman stiffened in the entrance «I-I...I went out to go buy something...to make dinner, I swear...» she started to talk with trembling tone and the man in front of her, towering and with steely glance, reached out his free hand to grasp the girl's throat, pulling her near himself «you know your working hours...and you KNOW you have to answer every fucking call» he slammed her again the wall on his left, still clenching his fingers around her neck «ahk...! I-I..y-yes s-..sorry d-dad» she gasped breathless, raising her hands to hold onto her father's wrist.
Her eyes started to roll back into her head, feeling dizzy for the absence of oxygen in her lungs, and her feet started to kick weakly «d-da...d!» she tried to call out.
Suddenly his father let her go, looking at his daughter falling on the ground while coughing violently «punishment time. You know what to do» he said with a raspy, cold voice.
The girl nodded still on the floor and slowly, she stood up un her knees before bowing so much that her forehead touched the wood of the flooring «I'm...really sorry for my behaviour» she muttered and the man in front of her raised a foot, placing his leather shoe on her nape to press her face on the ground «what are you?» he seriously asked, his hands still closed in hard fists «I'm...nothing» the girl barely responded, feeling the pain of her forehead starting to make her eyes teary «WHAT are you» repeated her father, twisting his shoe's sole on her tinted hair, grinning when she whimpered «I..I'm...a wastage...of flesh and...bones» he heard her cry softly.
Slowly her father put his foot back and after few seconds he kicked his daughter in her stomach, feeling her figure curling against the tip of his moccasin «Isn't difficult, see? Remember it...and don't fucking dare to leave during work hours again» he barked sternly, looking the young woman now clutching at painful area of her torso, moaning «and stop whining, be thankful that I didn't use the belt. Back to work, now!» the man let her phone fall on her body with a soft thud, before leaving the apartment closing the door behind his back.
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Nice Voices - English Version
Fanfiction«Welcome to the erotic phone service Nice Voices, pure pleasure for your ears» the guitarist heard talk a nice, robotic voice and his eyes darted to the collegue «you're sick» he said to a chuckling Reita. English version of my only -for now- fanf...
