Loving You

When She Punched

I like mornings because I usually don't have to "work" at the early hours. However, the gypsies are extremely dutiful when it comes to making my life worse than it already is. To my absolute delight (not!), I woke up to the sound of a raging monkey screaming at my door. By monkey, I obviously mean the gypsy. Like the disrespectful brat that I am, I bury my face in the pillows and try to go back to sleep. Key word being: try.

The gypsy obviously doesn't even know how to spell 'patience', so she barges right into my room. I try my best to ignore her until the blanket is yanked off me. The woman sure knows how to get on my nerves. I sit in my bed, giving her my best death glare. She looks intimidated. My death glare is pretty deadly, mind you. I practice in the mirror every day.

"Rose!" She says in her calm, business-only voice. Her expression is a mixture of do-what-I-say and I-am-kind-of-scared looks. "You have a client."

"But it's 5 am!"

I can see how happy this woman is to torture me at this hour. "You get paid to do this." She places her small hand on her hip. She is beautiful. Even though she is in her 40's, she looks gorgeous. She works really hard to keep that hourglass body. Men obviously find her appealing. But, I know who she really is. She is hideous from the inside. She is ugly to me.

"I don't want this money. I want to leave." Shit. Why did I say that?

I can see the rage in her eyes. She is giving me the look. I know what this means. I look at the floor. This is not good. I shield my head with my hands. I feel a stinging sensation in my scalp as she pulls at my hair. She lifts me up by my hair. I wince, biting my lip to refrain from screaming. She lifts me up as high as she can. I close my eyes. She releases her firm grip on my hair and drops me. I scream as I hit the ground.

I hate gravity.

******

After an amazing start to my morning, I got my shit back together and did the job. Not a pleasant experience, mind you. Now, I am sitting in the school back building waiting for Drake. I have been waiting for him for about 40 minutes now. This day is the happiest day of my life! Yay me! (Yes. That was sarcasm)

Honestly, if he doesn't drag his ass here within the next 5 minutes, I am leaving. I can't just let everyone walk all over me. Besides, I did not even get my beauty sleep. AND YOU DO NOT MESS WITH A HUNGRY, SLEEP DEPRIVED GIRL!

Talking of sleep, maybe I should just take a nap. It is better than going back, right?

***

My sleep is once again interrupted by the stupid, annoying sound of my precious phone ringing. I look at the time. Wow. I slept for 30 minutes and the moron is still not here.

"Hello? I am in the middle of cla-"

"ROSE! WE CAN'T FIND CASSIE ANYWHERE. COME BACK. NOW." I hear a very worried Dickson say.

"I AM ON MY WAY. REMEMBER IF THIS IS YET ANOTHER GAME OF YOUR G-"

"We don't know what is going on either. Just get back right now."

I am already rushing out of the school gates.

*****

The patron was waiting for me. I couldn't care less about him. I ran so fast, I gave Usain Bolt competition. I have already lost everyone, I can't lose my daughter too. I rush inside the building to find a crying Cassie, a bunch of angry people, and a very drunk old man in the middle of the main office.

The situation looks way too familiar. NO. PLEASE NO.

I look at the gypsy. "Did he-"

She nods, not meeting my eye.

I lunge to the man, grab him by the collar and punch the living daylights out of him. "THAT'S FOR MOLESTING MY THREE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER, YOU BASTARD!"