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The Destined Mortal
The Client
The weather was brutal, black smokes came from houses the air, ground was black he tree's where leafless and metal scraps where everywhere. The sector that I lived in was region 3 one of the poorest sectors, he second was where the middle class lived, I envied them for they had better lives than us but a pure hatred engulfed me for sector one, the richest sector of all it wasn’t fair for I believed in equal rights for all the sector, but things didn’t work that way. As I neared the apartment I unlocked the door ''Mum'' I yelled as I neared the living room but I was just as I suspected she was busy with another client.
The moans and groans filled the room as much as I tried ignore it I only grew louder, why does she make matters worse for me sighing softly to myself I gazed towards the window. My attention was grabbed by the ladies from the Grill and the man, pulled up in front was a red convertible, curiosity filled me only the rich ever had expensive cars. Looking further I spotted him go into the drivers side and the blonde and brunette into the back seat, truthfully there where lots of things wrong with that situation, but I shrugged it off. '' Give me my money John please'' my mother shrieked loudly. Glancing towards the door, I got near and listened. ''Get off me you whore, I said I will pay you later'' he yelled back louder. ''The rent...i need the money'' she pleaded desperately bursting into tears. ''That shit ain’t my problem Anna, don't you save money in the dirty sock of yours you carry around'' he spoke carefree, the situation seemed to affect him none by his tone which angered me the more. ''How about Miranda...i'll give you another round free just-...pay me john I need the money'' her plead broke into a sudden call of desperation. ''The child is seventeen, woman she can get a job and get your dirty hands off me,'' he snapped immediately after her first response. I choose to listen
no longer, for many clients where like john vile, cruel, and rough towards my mother but they always payed. My mother endured it for she needed the money to shelter me and her, it pained to think about but it seemed as if pain was my usual costumer.
The moans and groans filled the room as much as I tried ignore it I only grew louder, why does she make matters worse for me sighing softly to myself I gazed towards the window. My attention was grabbed by the ladies from the Grill and the man, pulled up in front was a red convertible, curiosity filled me only the rich ever had expensive cars. Looking further I spotted him go into the drivers side and the blonde and brunette into the back seat, truthfully there where lots of things wrong with that situation, but I shrugged it off. '' Give me my money John please'' my mother shrieked loudly. Glancing towards the door, I got near and listened. ''Get off me you whore, I said I will pay you later'' he yelled back louder. ''The rent...i need the money'' she pleaded desperately bursting into tears. ''That shit ain’t my problem Anna, don't you save money in the dirty sock of yours you carry around'' he spoke carefree, the situation seemed to affect him none by his tone which angered me the more. ''How about Miranda...i'll give you another round free just-...pay me john I need the money'' her plead broke into a sudden call of desperation. ''The child is seventeen, woman she can get a job and get your dirty hands off me,'' he snapped immediately after her first response. I choose to listen
no longer, for many clients where like john vile, cruel, and rough towards my mother but they always payed. My mother endured it for she needed the money to shelter me and her, it pained to think about but it seemed as if pain was my usual costumer.