Cora's POV
"Hmmm, these pancakes smell incredible. I hope they taste the same," Cecilia sighed with her eyes closed.
I don't know about that but having a bite won't be bad. I responded and placed two pancakes on a plate, setting them before her.
"I need some too." That's my mum, joining Cecilia on the next stool beside the kitchen island.
I decided to fry some more pancakes, so I could keep the leftovers in the fridge for Cecilia.
"Am sorry mum, the doctor says you must eat more fruits and veggies so I made you salad but don't worry, I added avocados too", I coaxed my mum. She has a sweet tongue but I won't allow it, knowing it would end up affecting her health.
" Thank you, Cora, you know how to make an old woman happy," she replied. Glad I convinced her.
"I keep telling you that you are not old. If Dad hadn't run off with some-" The words were stuck in my throat as tears formed in the corners of my eyes.
"It's okay dear, I've gotten over that. Now tell me, how did you get money to pay for the hospital bills? We don't have any insurance and it was very expensive."
"It was just a miracle mum, I have to go now," I forced a smile and left the kitchen, trying to avoid another question. I didn't want to end up blowing everything.
"Cora, money for the excursion," I heard Cecilia's voice behind me. She's my only sister and I would do anything for her.
"I know, and am working towards it," I said to her, as I ran up the stairs. I quickly changed from my nightie into a denim trousers and a t-shirt, held my dark blonde hair up in a bun, put on a flat slipper, and carried my backpack. I began to descend the stairs in a dash.
"See you mum, see you, Cecil, I will be back before you know it," I screamed while running out of the door.
"I seriously doubt it," I heard Cecilia mutter behind me. I loved to call her Cecil. She knew I never got back till after midnight but she also understood it was because I took up a night job to generate income to support all of them. Being in her second year in high school, she also wanted to take up a job to support the family but I was strongly against it. She wonders how I got good grades despite working my ass off during almost all my free time.
"I heard that," I screamed back at her, as I got through the door. I got into my old Toyota RAV 4. It's the only thing my dad didn't take along when he left us ten years ago. During that time, my mum was strong and worked hard to take care of us but since she was diagnosed with that strange sickness five years ago, I stubbornly took up a job in the supermarket, which I left for what I am doing now. I will tell you more about it later.
I parked my car and headed to the lecture but this fathead of a bully blocked my way again.
"Excuse me, you saggy pants," I sneered at Collins, my coursemate slash destined tormentor, with his useless gang of friends.
"Uhm," he scoffs. "Why don't you tell us where you went last night?" He sneered. I felt my feet become too heavy to carry me to the lecture hall. I was rooted at the spot.
"None of your business," I said, trying to nudge my way through. Some lectures had ended and others were about to begin so students were beginning to fill the corridor and it would be so embarrassing if they knew what I did for a living. I wasn't proud of my job. But that's what puts food on the table and takes care of our basic needs. I tried my best to get out of there before it was too late. But his three other friends blocked my way.
A thin line made its way to his face, earning him a crooked smile at my reaction. Seeing my face distorted with guilt, I could see how proud he was of himself.
"Let me rephrase the question to you. What were you doing, hanging on a pole last night?" He asked sarcastically, as his gaze focused on mine.
I felt blood rushing through my veins, as they seemed to make their way to my cheeks. I could tell how beet red I was looking, covered with embarrassment. Other students were beginning to have an interest in what Collins was saying and began walking closer.
I felt my knees become weak, as tears were fighting to wash my pretty face, despite how much I tried to prevent them. Yes pretty, because a lot of people tell me so and I see myself in the mirror too.
"You assholes, leave her alone!" Pat said behind them, making her way to me. That girl was an angel. She got here at the right time and led me away from them. Collins didn't try to stop me. He just shook his head as the students gathered around began walking away.
We walked towards the lecture hall, but just before entering, Pat branched off to the restroom.
"Hey, let's go for the lecture. I don't want to be late," I sniffed, wiping a tear from my face.
"If you had checked your email, you would have known that it wasn't going to come on. The lecturer sent an email about ten minutes ago that he couldn't make it because he had an emergency."
"What kind of emergency?"
"He didn't say," Pat responded.
"I should go to the library then."
"We will go together but not until you tell me what I want to know," Pat spoke with all seriousness.
I leaned against the wall with my face upwards, thinking of where to start. "What do you want to know?"
"I am not mistaken. I heard Collins say that he saw you hanging on a pole. I hope it's not what I'm thinking?" She rolled her eyes, showing her credulity.
"It is. I took up the job as a stripper because it pays more. I couldn't afford to take care of mum, Cecil, and myself with the pay of a salesgirl in a supermarket. So when a girl from the strip club approached me six months ago about the offer, I took it. Please don't judge me because all I have right now is my body and since you are not forced to accompany any man home, it was a good option for me at the time. The stripper job pays more." I said the truth, waiting for her reaction.
"You should have used a mask then," Pat said after listening to the whole story. She knew how hard things became for her best friend and she was in no position to help her either. I was just grateful that she didn't judge me.
"I used to but last night, I was late because I dozed off at the library. I barely had time to get dressed and began working without the mask."
"Too bad, Cora, but I won't judge you because I am not going through what you are going through and I don't know what I would do if I found myself in your shoes," she empathized.
"It's okay Patty, let's leave for the library now," I said to her, knowing free periods were the only times I could learn. I walked to the library with Pat as we talked about other random kinds of stuff.
I studied a lot in the library, taking a short break to have lunch with Pat before we went for their next lecture together. Afterwards, I went back to the library to revise my notes, while Pat went home. Midway through my studies, I was woken up by the librarian, telling me she has to leave because they are closing.
I dozed off and overslept, AGAIN. I woke up staring at the librarian as if she just asked for my kidney. Then I checked the time, and Damn, I was late again. Grabbing my backpack beside me, I dashed out into my car, driving straight to the strip club.
No way, my manager Ken was already there when I walked in so I tried to sneak into the changing room.
"Not so fast, Cora? You are late again." I heard his angry husky voice behind me, and turned to face him.
"Not so fast, Cora? You are late again." I heard his angry husky voice behind me and turned to face him. "Am very sorry Ken, it won't happen again." Truly, I wasn't planning on being late again and I never thought I would be late today but how do I explain to him that I dozed off in the library and overslept? "It's the same thing you said yesterday and the day before," Ken said in a stern but low voice, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention. "Please, this time, it's for real". I said, hoping I sounded as convincing as I was, and turned to go change. "Where do you think you are going? 'To get changed?" I said to him, thinking about how dumb a question he was asking me when he knew I couldn't work in trousers and a T-shirt. "Good, wear these," he let out, throwing a small bag in my direction, which I caught mid-air. I looked into the bag and gaped at the content. A short, simple black dress with high heels. Am a stripper, and not
After recovering from the shock of his voice, I mastered the courage to speak. If I was going to die, I should at least be brave and not die without a fight. "It's extremely dark and I can't see a thing." I imagined my voice to be brave but it came out as a shriek. "Uhhh, sorry, I forgot you were human." His voice suddenly became gentle but quickly changed to a cold one. "Walk straight forward. Am watching you." "What? How can you see me in such a dark room?" Now, I was sure he was some serial killer. "Just do as you have been paid to. You don't ask the questions." With that, I began moving my legs, one after the other, straight ahead as the mysterious man slash serial killer had commanded. After what took like ages and luckily not bumping into anything, I made her way through the room. "Stop." I stopped in my tracks at the sound of the voice. "Turn around." I obeyed and turned around. "Sit." I bent my buttocks to sit and luckily, it t
Brayden's POV Jlp I didn't intend to go all the way with her but I don't know why I couldn't control myself. Unlike other women, I was never disgusted by her. The closer I got, the more I wanted to go. She gave no disapproval. Maybe she was scared. When I requested an escort, I only needed someone around. I didn't mention prostitutes but I still paid the same amount. I did it because I couldn't touch all the girls the club ever sent. They disgusted me. They were more of escorts. They came to the darkroom and I watched them from the next bedroom. Of course, I could see clearly in the dark. My eyes were more powerful than human eyes. They reclined there and I scanned them as they slept. I couldn't trust them when I told them not to switch on the light so they languished on the bed till they got exhausted and slept. The next morning. They wake up and leave without seeing me. But there was something about this girl. I don't know anything about her e
Cora's POV We were met with complete silence when we arrived at the outskirts of the club. No one could be seen outside. It seemed that even the security team was part of this meeting. I alighted from the car and started walking towards the conference room of the inn with the Driver tailing behind me. The atmosphere was cordial when we got there but there was a mixture of tension and extreme confusion on the faces of the workers. I never knew the club and Inn had this much number of workers. Maybe because I only worked at night, I didn't know most of the day workers, and even the night workers, were oblivious to me. I stood behind Greta. The meeting had not yet started and from the look of it, the owner, as claimed by the driver, had not yet arrived but Ken had just come out in the front. He held his Ipad and kept calling out names. I think he wanted to make sure that everyone was around. Soon, I heard my name and waved, while deciding to get some info from Greta
Cora's POV The smile on my face dissipated, the moment I heard what he said. "Am I in trouble?" I was struck with immense panic at that instance. Taking note of what happened earlier and how embarrassed I felt, I was not comfortable going to meet him, especially not today. "Why don't you find out when you get there." Ken's voice was plain so I couldn't read his thoughts through it. It was just another hopeless situation. "I don't mean to be rude. But my shift is in the evening. Can't I meet him then? I mean, my mum is already dead worried about me." Even a heartless man should be moved for this reason right? Knowing where he sent me to and what I encountered, I didn't expect otherwise but Ken at this moment was unmoved. "Are you trying to disrespect the boss? Look here lady, if you want to keep your job, you better do everything he says." After his warning, he left, leaving me in disarray. I took in the now-empty conference room which was crowded a fe
Brayden's POV It's been over a hundred years since I visited my mother's cabin but I could make out the way like the back of my palm. These are some of the things I was talking about. The acidity of my senses has increased invariably, after meeting Cora. The whole place has been deserted and covered in weeds but I could make my way through, easier than I did the last time I was here. Aside from that, Steve was extremely exhausted, but I felt my energy was just picking up after walking this long in the woods. There was no route for vehicles in this location so most of the journey had to be covered on foot. Mother told me before she died that she chose to live here because she wanted to be away from the rest of the world and atone for her sins. She never told me about what atrocity befell her even when I asked over and over again. The only thing she kept saying was I will know when the time was right, and when the time comes, the truth will reveal itself.
Brayden's POV "Mum? Is that you?" That was the only word I could utter. It felt like a dream till I saw Steve gawking too. She did not move but smiled. That smile was laced with bitterness but there didn't seem to be any form of regret, sadness, or sorrow. "It's me. But I can't stay for long. I am only awake for a few minutes each day. Today, I reserved it all for you." I didn't understand what she was saying but I had this urge to hug her like I used to. I walked towards her but she disappeared immediately I got close. "You can't touch me," She said immediately she appeared again at the same spot. "I have passed on from this world but I can only appear to you because my life was cut shot. My soul is not at peace, and the underworld has rejected me. It's not as if I didn't know it was going to happen. I knew it but I still went ahead to do that which was forbidden and this is my punishment. I have almost finished atoning for my sins, after which my so
Cora's POV As I was not used to sleeping in my bed during the day, it was great doing so today and I felt quite robust about it. The thought of last night was still wavering on my mind, no matter how much I tried to disregard it. It's not as if I want anything but I felt chemistry drawing me to him, the more I tried to forget him. It was something I had never felt. I suffered the urge to see him, for a reason I can't comprehend. I perceived going to that hotel again but what would I do there? What do I say to him? He was so mysterious that I couldn't discern what would befall me if I ever saw him again. Right now, I want to walk into that hotel and ask of him but it's a hotel and he might not be there. I just felt that if I didn't see him, I might go crazy, and if I saw him, I would run mad. Nevertheless, it won't hurt to check or maybe find out something about him. His name perhaps might give me a clue or a way of locating him. Hmmm...that receptionist might tell me