A Lecher's Quest: Sold For Debt

The sitting room was empty, and the two big curtains covering the two windows were freely raving directionless, the sound heard was only of the hushing wind, and the lights seen came from the blue bulb which shone with a dying breath. 

   The cushion chairs were old and tattered and really needed changing, but no one was going to change that and I was sitting on one. The momentary crackles of the ceiling sent chills to the brain for alert in case it deemed it necessary to fall off.

   The squeaky door that led to the passage and other rooms bended one side and the crackled warnings of the floor with every single step made the room a living hazard. Only two portraits of my late Father that hung separately on the wall appreciated the living room. 

  I took a glass of water from the table beside me and emptied its contents completely in my mouth and gulped.  

 The temperature of the room wasn't accommodating at all so I did myself a favor. I reluctantly stood up from the chair and took some steps forward and found myself facing the standing fan. 

  I clicked the control and tuned it at the highest number, but it made more noise than it fulfilled its main purpose. I let out a sigh of frustration and lumped back to my seat and stared at the ceiling until a woman, about six feet tall with slender shoulders, and an unkept hair, and straight tall and strong legs that Interrupted the room's hard-earned tranquility intruded.

"Why are you still here?" She asked in a deep threatening deep voice. 

"Because I'm not going" I said hastily, being careful with the choice of my words. 

"Get your ass off there and go to work" her voice came again, this time sounding like a warning. 

"You didn't even ask me why I'm not going? I have college to attend to, Mom I said I'm not going" I protested carefully with a logical back up. 

  She threw me a mean and threatening look and I got out of the chair. 

"Fine" throwing my hands in the air and let it down frustratedly. 

"I could care less about your studies, I give you food, I try my best for you, and you want to pay me back with staying at home? What have I not done for you" 

"Huh? What have I done wrong now? You are always saying shit like this! All the damn time! I'm leaving your house for you, have a great day" I snarled and left the house, banging the innocent surviving door behind me.

  It didn't always go well with me and my Mom, ever since my Dad died, and we got bumped on this debt we couldn't pay back from my Dad's company, it was as if something that connected us both was broken, and can never be mended or replaced. And I hated it when she sounded like she was being maltreated or I was being an ungrateful daughter.

  I didn't even want to go to work that day. I didn't want to see that man that called himself my husband, my husband my foot, I wouldn't be in any mess if my Dad hadn't struck a deal to sell me to him if the money didn't get paid in time! How could he? 

  I was still angry and in pain, and it didn't seem like I was going to calm down anytime soon. 

   All I wished for was the contract to be done with and I would finally be free from that womanizer. 

  I walked out from the neighborhood onto the street and put on my jacket. The road wasn't busy, it was very cool because the people who made it hot were workers who would start going to their different work places from 8:am, but it was 11:am and there was no one going to work at that time. 

  There was an old couple walking through the Pedestrian corner with their little dog which had a white leather collar on her neck which they had the chain linked to, a motorcycle rider mistakenly bumped into the corner and the couple nearly ran away. 

  And no matter how much the motorcycle rider pleaded with the seniors to forgive him, they wouldn't spare their mouths of curse words which flowed out of their mouth effortlessly. 

  I shook my head at the incident and smiled a bit. It was the only thing that cheered me up. I didn't even know when I crossed south street. And when I turned into a busy road, I dipped my hands inside my pocket and was happy with the fortune it actualized, which was enough to take a cab to work. I didn't have the strength to walk down to the firm.

  I stopped a Taxi along the way. 

"... Jones and sons" I said waiting for the man to open his door already so I could enter, but he stared at me for a moment with a look as if to say "I can't have a child like this" probably he thought I wasn't serious with my life, and wondered why I would be going to work at that time. 

"Yo you taking me there or not?" I wasn't even going to take it lightly with him, and I didn't care what he thought of me at that moment. 

  I heard the door click open and I stretched my hand and opened the door. When I entered I closed the door with a hard bang unknowingly and the driver resented me immediately. 

"Hey, watch it! You would pay if anything happens to that door" he yelled. 

  I was going to say sorry, but I had a far better thing to worry about. Finally, the Taxi had its stop and I gave the man a bill and walked out without even taking my change. 

  I stealthily walked past the front desk receptionist office and made sure no worker would see me because I came very late and I might be sacked; kidding, my husband owned the company. 

  I hurriedly climbed up the stairs. Even though it was a classic skyscraper, my office was in the middle flat, where the CEO himself resided. 

   Taking the steps was a lot of work and would be taking up a lot of time too, so I just walked into the elevator. 

    Jones made sure I was near him and that was why my office was right beside his, even when it was unusual for a college intern. It had to be real, but he knew for a fact that we didn't get along. 

    All Jones cared about was getting laid, he didn't love me and I couldn't bring myself to love him either. 

    However, I was going to give us a chance and that day happened to be today. I was going to fully submit to him and persevere even though it wasn't going to be easy. 

    How could it be easy when he had numerous mistresses?