A Living Fancy

Awareness

I was hesitant to open the note until I gathered the courage to. The letter read " The Bill To Repair this store will cost more than your closet at home baby."

I dropped the note with shock and disgust. When I heard a ear shredding scream come from the main entrance of the boutique. It was Tyler. He dropped his drinks to his feet and fell to the ground with disbelief.

I looked at him on the ground and let out a brief laugh. He looked pitiful and gross. He was sobbing on the floor and I was still upset he dropped the coffee for us. I sighed and helped him up.

His tears wet my blouse and the minute it stained I threw him to the floor in anger. I left him to sob, I knew who did this and they weren't getting away with it.

After Tyler finally got himself together we reviewed the security camera's from yesterday morning. Business was slow that day until I noticed that customer that abruptly left when I kindly said " these shoes cost more than 200 dollars" I lied, but Tyler wouldn't know, exactly how I said it.

Tyler asked did the customer say anything vengeful I said no. The customer was an average height woman around 5,6 in height. She had long, curly brown hair, and wore a floral sundress with dark shades.

She's never been in the store before yesterday morning. Who was she? There was a knocking on the glass door. It was the police. They checked the entire boutique for fingerprints and they confiscated the note and told us they'd keep in touch.

Tyler angrily slammed his briefcase on his desk and slouched in his chair. I put on my lust-filled eyes and strutted towards his desk.

He gave me a unappeased look and sighed. I reached in his pocket, reaching for another 10K when he abruptly slapped my hand away grabbed my arm and tossed me out the room.

My feelings were somewhat hurt, but how could a sorry ass man like him phase me? I walked out the boutique with shame and bitterness. As I walked down the avenue I came across another homeless woman. She gave me a pleading look and Laughed, she looked like a naked rat with grey fuzzy hair.

She said " I'm not a crackhead ma'am...." I stopped her right in her words I said " if you weren't a crackhead you wouldn't look like that and you wouldn't be sitting on a curb like stupid maggot." Then I spit right in her face.