Expensive Girl

Quittance

Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family
When you walk away, it's when we really play
You don't hear me when I say,
Mom, please wake up
Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis

Nyda Pov.

It had been about a month since I met Sana and took over Expensive girl after she killed all my co-workers.

I actually didn't really mind, it was the perfect opportunity for me to rise up and start my new life. The building where the club took its residence concluded a penthouse, which was where I lived now and occasionally Sana too. I had invited her to stay with me, but she refused for my personal safety or whatever so now she just stays over whenever she's around.

Another thing I've been doing since my move is watching Aron.

I knew he liked this neighbourhood, it's full of junkies he can recruit for his drug empire. So I closely kept my eye on him while he was roaming the streets at night. The other day I saw him follow a girl, she was reading a bible. Her hair was a rich shade of orange, kind of like when the sun's rising. She looks so innocent, she reminds me of myself.

Before I got into drugs and alcohol, my parents raised me Roman Catholic, they weren't very strict but I was expected to go to church every Christmas eve. That was until I ran away.

My eyes focused on the girl again, as she passed an alleyway. Someone snatched her away. Presumably, Aron, wanting to get his dick sucked. Poor girl, I feel for her, truly I do. Just 4 years ago I was in er exact potion. I can't stop it all from happening tonight, but perhaps another day. And with that thought, I went to bed.

The next morning, I called Sana, first thing the morning.

"Father, what do you need?" I heard across the phone.

"Sana, I'm sorry this is Nyda, this is not Father or who the fuck that even maybe" I answered baffled.

"It's ok, what do you need?" She replied deadpan.

"I want to borrow a gun, preferably something I can carry with me easily." She was quiet for a moment, but I could hear some rumbling in the background.

"Will a Glock 22 do?"

"That's perfect, meet me in an hour before the church outside of town." I said.

"Ok, see you then." She answered and hung up.

Sana really needs to loosen up more. We'll see what the future will bring her.

The hour past quicker than expected and before I knew it, I stood in front of the church with Sana at my side.

She reached for her backpack, "Here's the gun you asked for."

"Thanks, are you really not mad at me for waking you up? I thought it was okay to call since you're usually u by 6." I pleaded.

Waking Sana up with my call was one thing, but her being mad was a whole different thing. "It's fine, I'm glad you woke me up, I slept through my alarm anyway."

I couldn't tell if she was lying or not, but something definitely seems off with her, but there was no use bothering about that now. At the moment I had other occupations. So with that in mind, I walked into a mostly empty church.

I was met with the sound of a female sobbing in the confessionals booth, and a priest walking toward the booth.

I quickly took out the gun Sana gave me and shot the priest between his eyes. A soft yelp was heard from the booth. I could hear the girl whimpering louder as I got closer to the booth. I stepped in and swiftly sat down on the wooden bench.

She spoke with soft words "Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been 2 years since my last confession. I accuse myself of the following sin."

I stayed silent and waited patiently to return speaking.

"I am sorry for these sins and all the sins of my whole life, especially the sin of Lust."

I stayed silent for a moment, just a second or two, but it felt like hours. She didn't say anything to me in response to my silence, so I started talking.

"Yesterday, someone did something to you. His name is Aron, he used to do the same thing to me... regularly."

"D-did he call you his slut too?"

Her question took me by surprise.

"Yes, he eh.. he did that, and many other things as well."

"Did he make you feel good when you shouldn't, and.. and did he touch in odd places and now, now I'm a sinner, I let lust take the best of me, I let the devil's whispers take over me. I deceived the Lord and went against his holy words."

She had completely broken down by the end of the sentence, clutching my hand, tears rolling down her face.

"I know you went against what you thought what was best for you. My parents thought me to believe in God just like you when I was a teenager I had realised I was better off believing in myself rather than this thing I didn't even know was real..."

I noticed myself trailing off from what I came to coming here.

"But if not in God then who or what do I believe in?"

"In who or whatever you want, but I came here to make you an offer. Since you live in the monastery I presume you're an orphan. I own a club downtown, it has a penthouse above, you can work in the club to share the pleasure that was giving to you yesterday with other's, you'll obviously be paid. And in return for your services you can live in my penthouse for a while until you've figured yourself out and have enough money to get a nice place yourself."

Telling her to become a prostitute for me mightn't have been the best idea, but it was something.

"Y.. you want me to cell my body to others?"

"Well if you say it like that."

This what getting awkward. "Here's a paper with my address and phone number, text or visit me if you've made up your mind. It also might be nice for you to know my name."

I stuck out my hand for her to shake.

"My name is Nyda, it's great to meet you."

She took my hand and shook it.

"Amber." -

Two weeks later I got a letter, from Amber. She accepted my offer and moved in the week after. I soon came to realise I might've been her first-ever friend.

I also realised she might've found something else to believe in, I saw her wearing a pendant with a pentagon engraved inside. It's not exactly what I meant but progress is progress.