Carmen wore a black oversized hoodie to be incognito and sped walked as swift as she could to avoid anyone she knew. The night was misty and cold dew periodically dripped from the trees and softly tapped the concrete. She contemplated about this night for a period of time. Uneasy about the process, she tried to remind herself of good consequences that could come from it. One thing she felt for sure was that she would feel better. From time to time she glanced around her environment to make sure she wasn’t being followed. Her appointment was any minute but reached just in time.
Millie dragged her feet home from her interview and her last paycheck she picked up earlier. The balls of her feet ached from her heels that barely had platforms in them; she thought her feet would scream at any moment. She was better off walking on the concrete barefoot. Her paycheck was only enough to cover the last portion of her rent already due and one more month. Not to mention, her daughter’s school tuition for the new year would be due by the end of the summer. “Maybe that could buy me some time,” she thought. “She’s not going to that nasty-ass public school; she’s not gonna get what she needs”, she murmured. Then again, maybe she’d make better friends? Maybe she won’t get laughed at? Millie could not be certain. She adored Lyla’s teacher. Her teacher persistently gave Lyla extra individualized attention after school. After all, Mrs. Englewood was the first to suggest purchasing decoding books and a measuring ruler to help Lyla read along properly, which became the Holy Grail.
There were cracks in the walls along the burgundy bathroom ceiling and zigzagged down to the cabinet mirror. The mirror needed wiping as it was disgustingly smeared and perhaps it was smeared with random, sweaty hands. Her eyeliner and mascara were smudged and her coily hair had run dry. The girl was exhausted and her jaw ached. In fact, her legs along with her thighs terribly throbbed, and her back felt agonizing. Her hazel gleaming eyes were the most alluring, but exotic feature; let alone the built curvy hips and full lips she possessed. Chocolate freckles laid in abundance spreading across the bridge of her nose to her brassy cheeks. The eye shadow she wore sweated off, however, the colors didn’t compliment her to begin with. She let out a deep sorrowful sigh. Before leaving the bathroom and back to her client, she took one last look in the mirror. What did she see in her reflection; a dirty girl or a soulless being?
Click*, the sound the door made. The deluxe suite made her believe she was partly in the garden of eden but also partly cloud nine. Rose petals scattered from the entrance of the door way, leading onto the California king, illustrating a heart in the middle of the bed. They wined and dined earlier in the evening and it had also been their fifth date. Interestingly enough, there was an aged record player with a vinyl on it in the living area, collected in dust almost looking somewhat discolored.