Queenie's POV

"Good job, Queenie." praised Lucas.

But I know those words rolled on his tongue, laced with bitterness.

It has been a week since I started working in this bar. It was a crazy bar actually. People always go crazy when they get drunk.

Like for example, yesterday a woman asked me if I want to have a threesome with her husband. It really sent chills down my spine every time I think about them looking at me with their sickening looks.

In my first day in the job I broke some 2 glasses but since I'm new they gave me a third chance.

I noticed some weird stares Lucas has been giving me these past days. Then comes the touchy-feely with me.

First he "accidentally" touched my shoulder sometimes my neck. But I ignored it cause I was busy taking out drinks.

Days passed and the money they paid me isn't enough. I tried looking everywhere but no luck. I found some but they were not a good one. For example, 1 babysitter for 6 kids for 5 dollars every day is a big bullshit for me. I mean six kids plus 1 babysitter equal disaster so I declined the offer. Plus it would be exhausting.

I tried searching yesterday for another job but no luck. So here I am now, doing my job in this bar: being a waiter.

Some occasions someone will grab my butt so I will accidentally drop what was on my tray on their heads. I might be a waiter but not a prostitute. Hours pass more customer come in means more movement to do. Lots of drinks were taken out.

My shift was about to finish so I hurriedly ran to the changing room but stopped as I felt the arm snaked around my waist. The first thing I did was headbutt the molester then kicked his groin making him shriek in pain. I turned around and saw who was the culprit.

"Lucas?" Why? He doesn't like me that much.

"You bitch!" He got up but failed miserably.

"Touch me again and I'll break those fingers off you," I warned him. But before I could take a step away from him he wrapped his arms around me, I was struggling to get away from his grip as he licks my neck. I felt disgusting, he put his hands in my mouth so I couldn't make any noises. My body was shaking, scared of what was happening.

 I hate this life. 

His hands were gently crawling down my skirt, and when his hands came in contact with my thigh, I released a muffled moan. The door opened with full force revealing the bar's owner looking furious. I thought she would help me get away from this rapist but she did the opposite, she slapped me hard.

''You slut! I should have known that hiring you was a bad idea. You're fired!'' She shouted at me.

I didn't know what to do. This guy almost rapes me and I was the one getting yelled at.

I exited the bar fast wiping the tears from my cheeks but bumped into someone making me fall flat on my butt. I looked up and saw a white-haired lady with a built body.

"Ouch!" I yelped.

"Sorry about that, young lady." She looked sincere so I accepted her apology.

"It's fine ma'am." I smiled reassuring her, still wiping the tears that were left.

She took something out of her pocket and gave it to me. "Here is my card," she said. "If you need a job, call that number."

Weird

I stood up and patted my bum. I put the paper in my jacket's pocket and said thank you and goodbye.

I went back home knowing that they are already asleep. I cooked a spaghetti without meatball, just tomato sauce and some salt, pepper, garlic, and basil. I fried 4 pieces of bacon then chopped it to pieces, sprinkling it on top of my spaghetti.

I put it in the microwave so I don't have to get up earlier than I have to.

With that, I left the kitchen and went to bed. I was emotionally and physically tired.

Getting fired after 3 weeks that's a no-no in this house. My mom just started her job being a nanny, but not enough.

I need to get a job.

With that my tired eyelids closed itself. Permitting my body and mind to sleep even for a couple of hours.

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I could feel something vibrate under my head making me wake up from my deep sleep.

I tapped on the screen and saw the caller's ID.

it was KFC gal calling me.

For god's sake, it was nine in the morning! Can't she bother someone else?! I'm really tired. I groaned inside my head. I picked up the phone and answered the call.

''Hello,'' I answered with a hoarse voice.

''Wow, you are sick,'' She said loudly making me pull my ear away from the phone.

''Can you tone it down? I just wake up, thanks to you'' With a little bit of sarcasm included. ''You know it's dangerous to wake up a sleeping person instead of a drunk one.''

''Yeah, yeah, I had to call you cause you weren't here. So I wonder what happened to you.'' I could sense how worried she was for me and that made me smile. I was grateful that I have her as my friend.

''I'm alright, just tired.'' I get up from the bed and walked downstairs to prepare some breakfast.

I know Liz was already at the school since I didn't see her backpack on top of the semi wrecked cabinet. We really need to buy a new cabinet. I opened the microwave and saw the spaghetti that I cooked last night. I sighed in relief.

At least I have some breakfast today. I smiled at that thought.

''So you coming?'' asked Ari through the phone. ''To where?'' I asked in wonder, teachers never said that we have a field trip.

''To the party. And you can't say no, cause I already planned your outfit, no turning back.''

''Can't you ask for a refund?''

'' No so you need to wear this clothes.''

''Bu-''

''No buts! Text me your address and I'll help you with your makeup. '' and with that said she hung up the phone.

I sighed deeply, realizing I got into another mess.

My day consisted of walking around the house with my pajama, cleaning our bedrooms then searching for food inside the fridge if there were any. Peeking inside the fridge, there were the only spaghetti, 3 eggs, bacon, and tuna.

So if I have some flour and baking soda I can make a bread.

  I can make a tuna sandwich!

I ran to the cabinet to find the flour I bought from Friday.

''Yes!'' I yelled with joy. I instantly got to work since I had all the ingredient I needed to make a tuna sandwich. My day consisted of walking around the house with my pajama, cleaning our bedrooms, and cooking supper for Liz and mom.

At 8 pm I was taking a bath when someone knocks on the door. It might be important or just the KFC girl. After drying myself with a towel, I put the black shirt and a tight jean on.

I walked to the door then opened it showing a smiling face of Ari but the shocking thing happened was when she suddenly hugs me. I gently pushed her away from me, my eyebrows raised in confusion. ''What are you doing in my house?''

'' I'm here to help you with your makeup,'' she explained with a cute smile on her face. She walked closer to me, looking me directly in the eyes, analyzing my features. She sat down on the sofa near where I was standing then she started taking out things out of her bag. Makeup kit, brushes, and that teardrop-shaped thingy.

Was that Mary Poppin's bag or something?

''Sit here.'' She ordered pointing to the space near her. I oblige since she was pretty insistent. First, she opened her makeup kit and grabbed the teardrop_shaped thingy then dab it on my cheeks. Then she grabbed the eyeliner and applied it to my eyelashes, making my blue eyes pop out.

With one more touch, she used the brush adding flush on my cheeks. She reached for her bag, once her hand was out of the it. I saw her holding a black lace choker with a knowing look on her face.

I tried to get that thing away from my neck but I couldn't she has more strength that I do.

''Now let get this on you'' she said as she whipped out the clothes from her bag with a big grin added.

What with that grin? - I thought.

''You, young lady, will wear this outfit.''

''Too much skin showing, don't ya think?''

''Uh, nay. Now don't be a grandma and let's go to that party!' She grabbed my hand and dragged me all the way to her car.

She opened the passenger's door and let me in she get into the driver's seat after a few seconds of moving around she finally revived the car and went on our way to the party.

When we arrived at the house part, I was met with loud music, drunk people rubbing their sex to each other as some of them drink their miseries away.

Ari pulled my hand and we headed directly to the kitchen Ari offered me some alcohol but I said I don't wanna. I didn't know why how it happened but she convinced me to drink. Before I knew it my whole world was spinning, making me feel dizzy.

uh oh, I'm getting drunk.

Ari patted my back and mouthed something but I could not understand it.

Left alone in the kitchen I drank some more. Minutes later a guy appeared in front of me. he started talking to me asking what, who, where I was from. But soon his big hands started crawling its way inside my thigh and his lips were near my neck.

Ugh, another one.

With one push, the guy stumbles back. I used that opportunity to get away from the guy and walked upstairs. I was walking in zigzag.

I was so tired and my body could not take the alcohol very well.

I wanted to rest, so I tried opening some doors. The first door was unpleasant, the 2nd door was the worst and disgusting. I walked to the last door remaining, I was about to turn the knob when someone immediately pulls it making fall forward. I've prepared myself to fall on a hard cold floor but I felt was the opposite of it. It was soft, warm and most of all smells nice.

I looked up to see who was it. All I can see is a pair of green eyes staring back at my blue ones. Once again I felt my heart beat race again, my cheeks started to heat up. I looked down to its lips. Without thinking twice I closed the gap between us.

I didn't know why I did that but the softness that I was feeling at that moment was heaven. I didn't want to stop but my eyelids were forcing me to sleep. I cut the kissing and backed away, I looked up once again to see green eyes staring hard at me.

This person's cheeks were a little wet so I brushed the liquid off the person's cheeks and kiss it. My knee gave up together with my eyelids, soon I drifted off to dreamland.

To be continued.