Miss Tyson

Chapter 5

Ryker's POV:

10:05 pm Shay texted me telling me to pick her up in an hour. 10:55 pm Shay told me to meet her up instead. Something about clothes malfunction? I don't know, but I obliged when she sent me the address. I went in my car from a clean, safe, and calm city to the dirtiest, creepiest, loudest side of town. I honestly did not know where she was taking me. She told me it was a surprise, but sent me a location of a bench. Yep, you read that right. She got me to go to the park. While I was waiting for her however, a tall woman with cuffs dangling from her skirt and the tightest shirt I had ever seen came up to the bench I was assigned to.

"What's your name, boy?" The woman with cuffs dangling from her skirt asked.

"Boy? We're like the same age." I said in bewilderment.

"That was the best thing anyone has ever told me! You're quite a gentleman! But seriously boy, what's your name?" The woman asked again.

I had trouble with people thinking I was younger than I actually was. It got me fairly upset. "My name is Ryker, m'am." I said politely.

When I looked at her carefully, I understood why she took me thinking she was my age as a compliment. The woman had wrinkles that were punished with botox. She had a few gray strands and makeup instead of her actual face. When she sat down next to me I couldn't bring myself to look in her direction. Her skirt is a disgrace for being called that. It's so... not decent! Who wears that?

"Hello Ryker, my name is Shabaluguala. Baluguatoyama for short." She spread out her hand for me to shake and I shake it quickly.

"Nice to meet you, Shabalug-Gu-La-La. I'll just call you m'am if that's alright. Why are you at the park? It's pretty late." I ask, even though I barely know this woman, she can't be here. At the park. At night. Wearing a headband for a skirt. I still haven't dared to drive my gaze away from a squirrel trying to take another squirrel's acorn. What an unfortunate squirrel.

"Well I'm at work! This is my office!" She says with a grin as she relaxes her arms on the bench.

"Oh really? Where is it?" I say as I squint through the buildings trying to find a weird ass long name written on a sign.

"You're sitting on it." She says laughing.

It took me a moment to digest what she just said. Sweat began to appear on my face. What is she? A gangster?

"Close, I'm an adulteress." She says casually.

Well that explains a lot. Wait, how was she able to read my mind? I felt bad for her, she seems like a nice lady.
"Oh, how.. awful? I'm sorry but how did that happen?" I ask curiously.

"They say fathers are a blessing am I right?" She says with words known for how broken they would be.

"Right, well I'm no customer. But I know you're too good for this. Haven't you got any dreams of your own?" I ask, a bit less tense.

"Aren't you a nosey one. Well, when I was a child, I was always jealous, so I always wanted what I couldn't have. I wanted a nice home, with a lovely family, and tasty chocolate chip cookies. My innocence didn't last very long though, and I never got tasty chocolate chip cookies." She replied bitterly, she now was looking at the squirrels fighting over acorns.

"I see." I said. As we sat next to each other quietly, I saw a cab pull upfront. Shay gets out of the car wearing a simple low-cut black dress and swiftly moves towards me and m'am. Right behind her a tall dark middle aged man had stepped out of the cab as well. He wore a plaid shirt and black jeans. His face was quite familiar. I knew that crooked smile from a mile away. It was Nate, an old friend of my father's, they went to the same college.